Josh Morter

Josh Morter Apr 2013

Delving deep into the minds eye
Looking for hidden memories locked up inside
Will they reveal the darkest of truths
Or the most happiest of thoughts
Shall they be simple, or plain or bland
What will be the first that comes to hand
A memory of childhood?
A memory of grief?
A memory of you?
Or a memory quite brief?

Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time gone by and missed
Shall it be a moment
A snippet or snapshot
Of a time when joy was felt

Is a photograph all we have to remember these things that linger somewhere inside
Or is our brain protecting that left in our minds eye.
Surely it knows the secrets kept
The memories of its youth
But if it is locked up safe why do we seek the proof

A memory is a memory because its not forgot
It's not a festering carcass that has been left to rot.
It is something we hold dear
And sometime, after some years.
To the front of your mind they shall come

And when you get that reminder you'll be able to tell your loved ones

All about the days
You used to sit about, and run, and play
Then these will become part of them that they may re-tell one day

Written on 27/02/13 by Josh Morter ©

Really unsure of this poem, not sure it flows not sure I like it. Would really appreciate some opinions can't seem to figure out what to do to it.... Cheers

Josh Morter Apr 2013

That is a Woman!

A glance across a crowded room
my eyes transfixed on another
From a distance our eyes meet for a moment then continue on there chartered course
But...upon my glancing return
Exudes a presence of wonder,
an aurora of sheer beauty,
an understated elegance
and sexiness a plenty.
That is a Woman!

Written on 20/03/13 by Josh Morter ©

Been an unfinished poem now for 3weeks or more now, just tweaked it and added the last line. Felt complete after that.

Josh Morter Apr 2013

A birthday wish

Tried to send some proper flowers
Went to post them, it didn't work.
Just left there waiting.
Petals strewn around me, felt like a right berk.
So here's the best I could manage to send you a birthday wish
Just some folded up paper in a flower shape
Oh yeh an a kiss... X

Written on 19/04/13 by Josh Morter ©

This was written to go along with an image of a homemade origami flower to send a birthday wish... to give a personal touch.
It went down well (I think)

Josh Morter Apr 2013

Destined Fate

First thing in the morning
Last thing late at night
It something I can't shake off
But wouldn't want to
Despite, the fact I'm not sleeping
The fact I'm still awake
It's a longing feeling that lingers everyday
But the thought of anything else on my mind
Scares me even more
If I let this fade out
Where will it reside
Shall it plague someone else's mind
I don't want to find
I lose all that I am wanting
I lose what I don't have
What is there really to lose, other than this feeling driving me mad
I just wish it was happiness that kept me from my bed
Not the unknowing doubt that flows through my head
Will it ever be so, or is this my destined fate
Am I ever to find out, can I beat the wait?
Waiting means more time
Left alone with my mind
But if she is the soul thought
I can get used to thoughts of that kind
Because its the only time I see her
That's the only time she is mine
Other than that what am I?
I'm not even a bit on the side
Surely it shouldn't hurt this much being in love if it is our goal
Yet why does this non reciprocated love leave such a gaping hole?
I feel like I am lying to myself and it never really was that good
But then I think about it and think No. Of course it was
How could it not be real, surely noone is that mean
But then circumstances rule some people, others change their fate
If it was worthwhile to them, I'd probably not have to wait

2012 poem by Josh Morter ©

Josh Morter Apr 2013

Four seasons

One Summer
One Autumn
One Winter
One Spring

The Summer brings the sun
in which we bask in its golden glory

The Autumn shows a change of colour
from a golden to a crispy brown.
The colour of each fallen leaf that lays
upon the ground

The Winter gives us a cold bite,
a brisk chill within the air.
The leaves now reside under ice.
So pedestrians.
Be Aware!

The Spring shows us signs of Summer
and gives Winter the heave **.
Autumn becomes almost reversed
as leaves and blossom start to grow.

So each of the four seasons
brings a change within the weather
but you can't just have your preferred season. Because in England
they all arrive together.

Written on 29/04/13 by Josh Morter ©

failing at my attempt to sleep so writing about what comes into my head... That being 'Weather' apparently. Current weather is Dark.

Josh Morter Apr 2013

Final Bow (10W x6)

I am
Bloated.
Stuffed.
Full to the brim
with feelings.

I am
Alone.
Deserted.
Nowhere near my home
tears streaming.

I am
Shivering.
Cold.
Left out
no warmth to help.

I am
Crumbling.
Caving.
Falling apart
with no-one but myself.

I am
Losing.
Failing.
Giving in
it must stop now.

I am*
Going.
Leaving.
The departure gates open
Final Bow.

Written on 29/04/13 by Josh Morter ©

No idea why I wrote something so dreary I am actually currently very upbeat... maybe I subconsciously wanted to Juxtapose.

Josh Morter Apr 2013

I see her.

Longing dearly for her caress
Her soft touch along my chest
fingers entwined like they were one.
I miss her.

Wishing for this time to pass
Yearning for her here at last
So I am there to keep her safe
I'm heading home.

Planning for that moment when,
It's just the two of us,
alone again.
A soft whisper in her ear,
telling her things she longs to hear
I need her.

Wishing for this time to pass
Yearning for her here at last
So I am there to keep her safe
I 'm heading home.

Hurriedly knocking on the door
Bags beside my feet on the floor
A key
jangles in the lock,
I take a moment.
Stop!

I SEE HER

Finally
taking that strong embrace
Her eyes shine like stars in space
Her cheeks are cold, yet her lips are warm
I kiss her.

I would never wish this time to pass
Yet back on duty I'm needed fast
Until the next time I journey home
**I love her.

Poem by Josh Morter ©

New poem: It dawned on me whilst watching a film recently that I couldn't imagine what it must be like on that journey home from war to a loved one. I tried to think how I would feel, so decided to write about it. Unsure this encapsulates such a powerful feeling fully. It's my attempt. Appreciate feedback and criticism.