charly-lou-davis
I'm a London based poet who writes what she loves, dreams and desires. / My poetry is mainly short and designed for social sharing; I'm into daily Twitter poetry prompts (@Charly_Lou_) and I'm a big fan of the Haiku, Tanka, Cinquain and Sonnet forms. / Looking forward to reading your awesome works and sharing with you!
Strong roots give you wings,
so you can learn to leave behind
what you’ll gladly come back to.
Love will raise you up,
so you can discover destiny
without fear of falling.
Nowhere is as everywhere,
and no-one is as everything
as this home and family of yours.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
In peaceful moments
we touch our present and past;
the memories that
made us who we are; all the
love, light, pain and dark of us.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
Silver and grey the rain that falls
On Canary Wharf.
It pools in pavements of concrete and steel,
Ripples through dark water holding up the ships
That loom on my horizon.
Glass mountains open to black and blue pinstripes
As I weave between slow-moving bodies.
Was it always this way,
Or is the grey more grey
Now I’ve felt in full colour?
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
True love is selfless;
It doesn't force forevers,
try to control you
or take more than it gives back.
It won't bring darkness, or pain.
True love will heal you,
It doesn't steal from your soul
to feed it's own heart.
You can plant roots in safety,
Grow wings and be free to fly.
True love will scare you
with the fierceness you feel
as your soul awakes.
It's like coming home, falling
into the right forever.
True love is so rare
that it doesn't come easy,
but if you find it
you will know. Grasp it, hold it,
protect it and nurture it.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
I searched hidden paths
in the dark forest for you,
cut my heart on thorns
wound around your sleeping soul,
but you, my love, never wake.
This sword is heavy
in my trembling hands, they ache
to let go as I
fight my fears, turn to face
the dragon you hide inside.
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
In the night I go to places
my day self fears to tread,
Where secret aches and longings claim
their space inside my head.
Too easily I lose the fight
Give up my self control,
Yield reason, faith and innocence
to yearnings of my soul.
In the night I steal past conscience
to find my terror tree,
Pick a poisonous fruit that tastes
like life and death to me.
My closed eyes are forced to take in
all that I fear to see,
I’m drowning, bleeding, burning the
frail bones of inner me.
The spell breaks when I awaken
fractured or still the same,
My mind revealing or hiding
what I can’t bear to name.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC
It's bittersweet dear,
pleasing you with these smiles
so warm and empty.
We're safer this way, so I'll
keep swallowing the words that
you don't want to hear me say.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
She's such a sweet chameleon
of shifting shades and dreams,
her kaleidoscope of colours
is never what it seems.
If you force her into focus
she'll only twist and fade,
until you're alone, longing for
the vivid love she made.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
We opened our eyes
to one another with such
tender fear. Strange
To be accepted, wanted
just exactly as we are.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC