Changing places finally bursts my bubble
My childhood school has now turned to rubble
Memories where good in the 70's at Birchfield School
Learning to swim in the down stairs pool
Free milk during the morning break times
Mr Blackmore plays songs of rosemary and thyme
At Christmas the hall would fill for the pantomime play
The school has gone now but the memories never go away
But now on Facebook friends share memories old and new
Those childhood days so precious to us all in Liverpool

David Swinden© 20/10/2016

A little poem about my childhood days at Birchfield School

The clock it ticks but time never moves
I live each day writing my darkest poetry
And when I sit and pen my muse
I ask in life, what has happened to me?  

I long to write something beautiful
But loneliness keeps my heart in prison
The darker nights they will soon arrive
I ask what kind of life am I living?

My body is worn and deeply scarred
With each day I feel more drained
With my heart ripped from my chest
How long in this life will I remain?  

I wish the cards could be re-dealt
I just don’t want to be by myself

David Swinden©1/10/2016

A prisoner through my eyes I see
In darkest black says it all to me
Like a lonely ship on the open sea
With nobody around no longer free

An open heart that remains hollow
Is the bitterest pill for one to swallow
An empty soul will always wallow
No soul mate around no path to follow

Loneliness in the depths of despair
In need of love somebody to care
For those looking in my world I bare
Lonely am I, with nobody to share


David Swinden © 2/7/2016

The smile and pain you show outside hides the pain within
It hides the drink and smoking till you commit another sin
Cancer is your many demons it invades your soul and heart
An invasion of your world and it rips your life till you depart
The demons never leave and each day it will surely change
But deep inside your hopes fade and the demons still remain
With every new day that starts a new hope will now begin
But before the new day has ended you commit another sin

David Swinden © 19/9/2016
Fictional I don't smoke.

You should never love a poet
Where complicated creatures
Forever changing personalities
With many different features

You should never love a poet
We have darkness and devotion
Sometimes difficult to read
With forever changing emotions

You should never love a poet
They can write a lovely verse
But like the wind they can change
With verses full of hurt

You should never love a poet
Just read these words from me
Everything in life is second best
Our first love is writing poetry

David Swinden © 3/9/2016

When you go to bed at night
And slowly fall asleep
Reflecting on the days turmoil
All the pain and grief

You sometimes wonder how
This life could do you harm
It’s the way the cards are dealt
When all you want is calm

Some days are better than others
But it always seems to rain
And you always carry on
In this life you still remain

You stay loyal to all
And you often wonder why
There are no smiles on earth
You could find peace in the sky

David Swinden © 3/9/2016

Finally after six weeks with writers block a new poem!!!! please don't leave me again poetry