shelley-connor
See more at www.shelleyconnor.blogspot.com / I'm 38 and have young son. I used to write poetry as a teenager, but only picked up my pen (well, laptop and iPhone mostly) again about 2 years ago. / Check out my book "Breakfast Bites" on Amazon. There's more on the way...... / In 2014 I won the Love is in the Air competition by Forward Poetry and also came 2nd in the Berkshire Arts and Music Festival. / You may also like to join the Poems in my Pocket Facebook Group (https://www.facebook.com/groups/1117117145095083/) which is a place for established and new poets to share.
The Ravens are leaving the tower
Abandoning the wreck
No promise that
Love could return
No reason to stay
For they know if they did
That a bitter knife
Would find its way
Straight through each and every feathered heart
Each and every whim and wish
Better to fly and
maybe find hope elsewhere
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
The Silence
The bubbles
that hover above our heads,
bursting with words
that are scratching and tearing to get out,
create an eerie sense of foreboding.
Yet the words will not come.
They are trapped in a wrapper
of love that prevents us
from saying what we must,
And yet,
the wrappers are transparent.
We can see them and feel them
even though we dare not speak them,
but we choose to ignore them,
in case maybe
they will just float away.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
On my own again
When each night until you return
Feels like a thousand years
When the ache is so bad
I can no longer produce tears
Just a sadness prevailing
And my heart slowly ailing
Until I am frightened it will harden
And feel no more
When my laughter
Seems like the laughter of another
So that I look around
For its author, surprised that it's me
When the daily chatter of
How are you's and weather
Sticks in my throat
Because unless we are together
I feel nothing
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:00 PM UTC
A new notebook
with a beautiful cover
beckons me
to open it and to use it,
make it my own,
to explore my own hidden thoughts and desires,
to set myself free.
Yet I am frightened.
For what if I started to write,
branded it with my purpose
and then could not finish it?
What if my purpose deviated?
It would be a book of confusion,
damaged by its first love.
A beautiful ****** ruined by change.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I was 18
Unfettered
Fresh faced, eager
World was mine
Life of party
Soul of clubbing
And so I drank wine
25
Treated badly
Blackened marriage
Drew the line
Parents shocked
And disappointed
And so I drank wine
32
Lost a baby
Twisted heart strings
No more chime
Shadows fell
Another heartbreak
And so I drank wine
39
Working hard
Breaking boundaries
Nows my time
To then discover
I'm just a number
And so I drank wine
42
Love of life came
New beginnings
Feeling fine
But the habits
Setting in now
And so I drank wine
51
What can change
Drinking daily
Not a crime
Till my doctor
At a checkup
Tells me straight
Down the line
One more drop
You'll be gone
Your glass empty
Before your time
And I wonder
Do I care?
And so I drank wine
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC
The bright light
from my neighbours garage
where he slaves over motorbikes
until late into the night
makes me wonder
if he is working through love
or lack of it
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
I thank my dad
For my strength of character
My mum
For the written word
To them both for tenacity
Though neither for warmth
And from some of the things
As a child, seen and heard
I sometimes wonder
Why they stayed together
And would never aspire
To an unequal love
Held together by children
And faith in above
But despite years of "existence"
No pleasure, or gain
The dynamics shifted
And when push came to shove
When my father so strong
Let life's pressures get in
Fell to panic, depression
Fear of death, light wore thin
My mother,
strong from her own quiet pain
Brow beaten and trodden down
Rose up, drew him close,
Helped him tackle his fears
Helped him realise that strength
Is not tough, harsh, verbose
His eyes were opened
And though late on in years
They at last grew together
My father much softer
My mother much loved
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
I don’t know what else to do
I feel like I’m losing my grip
Clinging on to your shirt as it slowly rips
And you slip, from my grasp
To the demons that are dragging you
Away from me, away from you
Away from all that we’ve built and all that we know
And if I could I would throw myself in your path
To keep you, please don’t go
With one foot in now, the other in fear
Don’t give in to the vandella
Slowly stealing your mind and your soul
I need you here.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
An empty house
An empty bed
An empty heart
An empty head
An empty soul
An empty night
An empty will
An empty light
An empty pillow
And for all I can see
An empty life
An empty me
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
My heart is beating like a hammer
Blood rushing in my ears
A screaming in my head
Can you hear it too?
It's the sound of my worst fears
Coming true
And with eyes full of tears
I can barely see
The door as you walk through
And out of my life
Out of the me and you
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC