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fender1961
fender1961
62/M/Guildford, Surrey UK Just some short poems that represent a moment in time / All written using Notes on my iPhone. / / If you'd like to see my instagram it's here - @bnw_ian. / / I have a guitar YouTube channel but I'll leave that for you to find.
In the heat of the afternoon sun I notice the girl Her raven hair set against the white of her dress It is a perfect sight on this hot, still day. She walks around the square and from where I sit I can watch her every step Her face is smiling as she talks with her friends But I see sadness behind her eyes Later I see her sitting, looking out over the sea She looks thoughtful as she watches the slowly moving waves And the boats heading out to ply their trade Long ago Helen caused an army to set sail And today by that same shore If she looked at me and saw inside   I would fight a thousand wars for her
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:38 AM UTC
Helen of Troy
When I wake I think of you Lying somewhere else still asleep for some time to come. I remember the times that when I woke I felt your warmth next to me how you pushed your body into me You sensed me near and my arms Enveloped you and held you close I gave you safety you gave me a place that I didn’t feel alone
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:37 AM UTC
This morning
Walking down this busy street Passing people I will never meet I wonder how it got to this point A time where I can have so much And yet feel so alone If I look back Was it all my fault That I am and have always been On the the edge of everything I’ve seen It started the day I was born When that woman from whose body I was torn Decided I wasn’t for her And since that day I have wondered looking for her again In every woman I ever known I have looked to be loved for that very first unconditional time Perhaps in a way I am drawn to her because she too was cast aside by one who should have loved in that echo I hear my own voice as well as hers And in that two note chord there lies the start of a song we both can sing
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:36 AM UTC
A chord
I’d like to stand hand in hand In my local coffee shop Whilst waiting for the man To serve our favourite drinks We could share a croissant or a piece of cake And sit at a table by the window to watch the people walking by. Now and again we’d share a joke about what we’ve just seen We’d probably look at our phones and you’d be always busy with something that must be done right now But that would be ok because when we get home we would become one again as only lovers can.
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:35 AM UTC
Nero 2
Each day about this time is a thing that must be done. Though still dark or clean from morning sun I need to sit and sip that expectant balm. As it’s warm song becomes a part of me I begin to rise from last nights realm of four o’clock waking and restless dreams and the wish for cooler sheets I tried to give you up - I had too much But each day you become my true friend once again And as I wake with you and come alive I swear my pledge to you
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Sep 3, 2023
Sep 3, 2023 at 6:34 AM UTC
Nero
Take me to that place again, where we walked until the moment when, we stopped and rested by the sea a private place, held just by you and me In that place you built a tower of stone and left it standing as though alone A beacon that showed the way to be the marker of that special day Later we stood beneath the lighted trees on a path laid out to please We held each other in our arms And viewed the bay and all its charms In that place, that night It felt that everything was right and under those Dorset stars it felt as one as though a great story had begun In later days I thought back to that time on ****** sands East of Lyme and as we walked along that beach I felt that all the world was in my reach Now I wonder, was it just a dream that I created as though to seem a world I wanted, a world I looked to find, as if some imagined state of mind
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Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 4:39 AM UTC
East of Lyme
It is an early June night The darkness has not long descended and soon the dawn will come round again The air is calm and still In this quietness I can hear the sounds of children and the talking  of passing couples A soft breeze blows and it rattles the blind to play an inconsistent rhythm Although it’s mild, it’s not as warm as other Junes from times before And in this stillness I think of you The feel of your skin The sound of your voice And the space where once you lay
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Jun 4, 2022
Jun 4, 2022 at 2:57 AM UTC
June 2022
A cold, crisp morning and the winters night is lifting now The weary workers step-out to fill their days with gainful purpose and the morning dogs tug on their leads eager to start the day Masks stop our heated breath evaporating on the morning’s mood and we scurry on our way My way takes me to coffee as it does every day That first warm soft comforting hug as my lips touch the cup and the heady brew gives me life again
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 5:27 AM UTC
10th December 2021
Look out on a misty morning Tell me what you see? Do you see anything as beautiful as you? Do you see anything as beautiful as we? Look out on a sunny morning Tell me what you see? Do you see anything as beautiful as you? Do you see anything as beautiful as we? I can see you everywhere, I can see you everywhere Everywhere is where you are I see you everywhere I see you everywhere Look out and I see you I see you all around Look out on a misty morning Tell me what you see? Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I do? The sound of you all around The sound of you everywhere
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 5:26 AM UTC
Look out on a misty morning
I sit here reading and drinking a cappuccino It’s the same coffee I have every day at this time. I choose the seat where I sit so I can see the door. Every now and then I look up to see if you are there. I look at my phone to see the time, watching it move closer to the moment you might arrive I say might. I don’t know that you will come. Some days you do and some just pass. The days are better when you do. Lots of people come in at this time. Some I recognise as I’m here so often. They come alone to work, or with a friend or women in groups happily talking and laughing. But I sit here just hoping that you will arrive. A surprise of course as we haven’t arranged anything. If you do come we will drink coffee and eat almond croissants and I will flirt with you and want to touch you again Now the time has passed now when I think you will come. Things will continue as before
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May 22, 2022
May 22, 2022 at 5:23 AM UTC
An unexpected guest