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Josh Morter Jan 2013
Fear, anguish, apprehension
even a blunt butter knife could cut this tension
Despair, regret, repressed emotion
at no point is life a calm ocean
Anger, rage and also fury
at these times its best to ignore me
But happiness, joy and cheerful laughter
these are things that I am after
Admiration, companionship, love and friends
Keep life on a level until the end.
2012 poem by Josh Morter ©

short poem I wrote recently, was struggling to comprehend what I was feeling in a recent situation... Not sure this worked out the trouble but time will tell.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Once upon a time in the land of Flynn
Lived the happy little elf called George
Now George was no ordinary elf
He had bright orange hair and bushy little beard
And he spoke in the language BLUB
Now Flynn was a marvellous town
With trees and rivers all around
But then one day the trees went away
And left little George feeling down
He hoped and dreamed
For what it seemed
Only a miracle could cure
But by the end of the day the trees came home to stay
And promised to stray no more
So the elf called George was happy again
And in the those trees he would play
But those sneaky little trees are trees who tease
And were only play hide and seek that day.
2010 poem by Josh Morter ©

this was a short poem I wrote for an audition to tour schools around Manchester whilst at University. So aimed very much at children
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful smile made by god
This is the face of my true love

Her eyes bring me up from a world beneath
Her touch warms my heart and abolishes grief
Her lips, her lips lay on a feeling only I know
And her smile makes all my happiness grow

Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful smile made by god
This is the face of my true love

Her voice is unique and sounds as sweet as a dove
Her body, her body it just oozes love
Her nose is petit and cute
My love comes from one place and she is the root

Bright blue eyes with a loving look
Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch
Luscious lips laid on only by mine
Hair as long and silky as a vine
A beautiful person made by god
This feeling I am feeling is
True Love.
Poem by Josh Morter ©

another short poem that was written when I was at school, seems to be a bit of an ode to somebody but no idea whom it was about.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
I remember the times we had
the love between us
a dad and his son
fooling around and having fun
the football games in the hall
the family holidays
the time we got stuck in the snow
family holidays in Scarborough
playing football with the club
playing football in the hall
with a spongy ball
a bust old door for a goal
Christmas’s at my aunties
playing Pictionary
the parents were really competitive
them times have passed now
and I know it will never be the same
dads died and I can’t change that
but every hour of everyday adds a
memory to the times we had.
2004 poem by Josh Morter ©

this was the first poem I had ever really written (2004 in my first year of GCSE's), it was on a poetry day at school and a select few pupils were allowed to take part and I was chosen even though I shouldn't have been. To this day though. I don't think without this experience and push to express myself I would have ever written poetry.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
With you beside me, I know that I can't come to any harm
With you close at hand, I know that I will always be warm
With you wrapped around me, I know that I'll be safe
You are my Comfort Blanket and next to me is your place
With my hand, I feel your softness and feel tenderness towards you
With my eyes, I see you beauty and sense you don't agree at all
But you're my Comfort Blanket and you don't know what I see
I see a beautiful person with whom I feel safe, I feel the warmth that we share whenever we embrace
I know that I'll never let you come to harm
Because you, my comfort blanket belong upon my arm
Poem by Josh Morter ©
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Wake up from a dream
To find yourself alone
Sat in a bed
In a place that you call home
Yet home is not a building, a shelter or a hive
Home is were you should feel safe, warm and alive
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart it lives with you
They say home is where the heart is
And I speak these words true
Home is where I lay my hat, my shoes, my coat, my head
Home is not really all that
Just a roof, walls and a bed
Without the warmth of another my house would just sit bare
A sturdy structure with no-one to care
So sturdy becomes stable, then stable to forlorn
Deserted and derelict
Until another is foresworn
Foresworn into the structure
The structure of my house
The structure of my life
And what I’m about
With the warmth of another it is derelict no more
It begins a decoration, a restoration, a change
A change for the better
The better of my heart
The change for one other and the chance for
A life to start.
Poem by Josh Morter ©

older poem typed up in October 2012.
Josh Morter Jan 2013
Wish upon a star
Or candles on a cake
Wish for a better life
Wish upon your fate
Wish that you made a better choice the wish before
Wish that you could wish that wish once more
Wish for everything to become all right
Wishes upon wishes used every day and night
Life ain’t something you can just wish away
Life is a thing that you live day by day
Life goes on, and wishes are just dreams
Life is real, and granted wishes will never mean
That your life will go sailing on the calm,
Wishes can’t stop you coming to harm
Harmed in feelings or physically either
Wishes won’t help you, not from either
So don’t make a wish or a promise you can’t keep
Don’t believe in fate, or always make the peace.
Just let life settle out the bad parts
Because when it comes down to it a wish can’t mend a heart
But time can and that’s what we get in life
So don’t make a wish
Just go.
Make your Life.
Poem by Josh Morter ©

Not fully sure what I wrote this about, but I think my message was a personal one to not hold on too tightly to things and just let time work issues out.
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