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440 · Jul 2015
Calm
niamh Jul 2015
Within her twin pools of fire and smoke,
Within her crimson coloured passion,
He finds calm.
440 · May 2015
Hope
niamh May 2015
lost
adrift in a sea
of anger and betrayal,
the waves of pain
crashing down upon me.
You throw me a life ring
but I refuse to
grasp at maybes.
My body is
a temple of pain,
but I know
it will be short-lived.
And as the waves
engulf me,
I smile with relief
437 · May 2015
poolside
niamh May 2015
I sink into
your shallow waters
and still
find that I
struggle to swim
436 · Jun 2015
Silliness
niamh Jun 2015
The mystery of history
Is that we keep repeating it.
The madness of sadness
Is that we keep feeding it.

The park in the dark
Is a dangerous place.
I cant help it!
Rhymes put a smile on my face
Feeling a tad giddy this evening ;)
435 · Sep 2015
The First Leaf
niamh Sep 2015
We stood together
As the first leaf fell,
Spiralling towards the earth,
Carried on a wind beyond it's control.
We held hands
As the first leaf fell,
Clinging to each other in silence,
A sense of desperate hope in the air.
We fought for each other
As the first leaf fell.
No sorrow for a season past,
But the anticipation born of a new beginning.
And the determination
That when the new leaves grow,
We will stand together.
Still.
435 · Jun 2015
Crocodile Tears
niamh Jun 2015
Be careful of those
crocodile tears
you weep.
They can
bite you
on the ***.
434 · May 2015
Puppetry
niamh May 2015
Much like a puppet on a string,
I let you tell me what to do.
How I moved, what I said,
were all controlled by you.

You painted a smile upon my face
so all who looked who would see
that we lived our lives together,
in perfect harmony.

But wood is not my favourit look
and so I cut the strings.
I wanted to walk all by myself
and longed to spread my wings.

And now the smile's not painted on,
but genuine, warm and true.
I stand up tall on my own two feet
and none of it's down to you
433 · Jun 2015
Sadness invades
niamh Jun 2015
In a waking dream
The stuff of nightmares
Slip past the guard
Like a swarm of insects
Pillaging the skies
Threatening to block the sun.
Turing the seas red
With the blood
Of unborn joy
And shaking the earth
To it's core
With the misery
Of a combined population.
I know this is a bit 'depressing' but it just seems I can't turn on the tv without hearing something sad that plays on my mind all day!
432 · Jun 2015
Reader's Choice
niamh Jun 2015
If it resonates
With just one person,
Touches their soul
And tugs at their hearts,
Then who are we
To say it's not poetry
429 · Jun 2015
Catty
niamh Jun 2015
Retract your claws
Little ***** cat
Before I file
Them down
Looks like pussycat blocked me :)
428 · Jun 2015
Gibberish
niamh Jun 2015
Sometimes I think my hand and heart come together in dark corners to have hushed conversations about what to write.
Brain intercedes to tell them they can't do it without him and he should always be consulted.
Heart and hand run away when brain's not looking and write the first thing they can think of.
Full of themselves, they saunter back into the room to show brain their work and stare upon the page in dismay - this was not what they had imagined!! Somehow the meaning has got lost in translation.
Brain looks on smugly 'told you. You should've consulted me'
Hand and heart are suitably chastised.
427 · May 2015
Empty(10w)
niamh May 2015
I offer up my soul
One word at a time
423 · Jun 2015
Seasonal dancers
niamh Jun 2015
Ballerina leaves
dancing to music unheard
in shades of autumn
422 · Jun 2015
Stop and breathe
niamh Jun 2015
I stopped and stood still,
let the sights and sounds
of nature
wash over me
like a gentle breeze,
revitalising.
The circus continued around me,
a hive of frenzied activity.
People listening to each other
without hearing
Looking at each other
without seeing.
Rushing towards something
but what?
For there is only one
inevitable finishing line
for all of us
so why hurry?
Stop for a minute
and breathe
422 · May 2015
sneaky little monster
niamh May 2015
The monster
Under my bed
Crawled out
And crept under
The sheets.
How did I not
See him coming?
419 · Feb 2016
Set
niamh Feb 2016
Set
The sun set
Before it had a chance to shine.
But i see it
Reborn
In the star that lights
My darkest night.
419 · Jun 2015
Burning History
niamh Jun 2015
I burnt the pages of my history.
Flames of fantastic orange
And electric blue
Feasted ravenously
On past mistakes and regrets.
I gathered the ashes
And polished
My shining future
Apparently wood ash can be used to clean silver! :)
417 · Jun 2015
Sweetness and light
niamh Jun 2015
Weak light filtering in
Like day old dishwater.
Hands fumble
As sleep crusted eyes
Fight the weight of recent dreams
To struggle awake.
A familiar staircase
Like a ****** terrain,
A precarious precipice.
And feet still
Slumbering in a distant place.
False light
Floods the senses,
Bringing fresh waves of pain
And Little birds chirp
Making a mockery of exhaustion.
Little birds chirping
Before morning coffee,
Suicide project
Not enough sleep!
415 · May 2015
Drumroll
niamh May 2015
The first rays of watery light
The birds strike up a chorus
And the flowers tilt their faces towards the sky.
Little cherubs in their cots
Roll plump fists over sleepy eyes.
Dreams pack their bags ready to depart
And stars blow kisses towards
An iminent exit.
The world holds its breath
In eager anticipation.
The sun, in all its blazing glory
Announces the dawning of a new day
A day full of hope
A day full of love
A day full
A day.
All that's missing is the drum roll
413 · May 2015
Morning
niamh May 2015
In that beautiful
Moment of first waking,
When the watery sunlight
Filters through the window
And coaxes my eyes to open,
I can nearly forget
The screams in the middle of the night,
Can nearly forget
The feeling of fresh tears on my cheeks,
Can nearly forget
That your side of the bed lies empty.
Nearly, but not quite.
And the pain of remembering
tears my soul apart.
#loneliness #heartbreak
411 · Jun 2015
Through the Ages
niamh Jun 2015
I never got to practice
So you'll have to forgive
My mistakes.
I would love to get it perfect
But I don't get any more takes.

I never knew what it was to love
Til I held you in my arms
And if it were left up to me
You never would know harm.

I know that there'll be times
When we argue like we've never argued before
But look around you sweetheart.
No-one could love you more.

And as you grow, I'll do my best
To steer you in the right direction
But go easy on me gorgeous girl,
My name is not perfection.

When you have children of your own
And I'm their doting gran
I'll tell you that you're doing great,
I'll be your biggest fan.

And when I'm lying on my death bed
And you still make me smile,
Know that it's not goodbye forever,
But only a little while
Another poem for my beautiful girls
411 · Jun 2015
The pain of tears
niamh Jun 2015
A torrent of emotion
Breaks forth.
A reservoir of tears
Pouring out like
A force of nature
Melting bones
And burning flesh
Scorching souls
And shattering hearts.
Leaving empty vessels
Like ragdolls
Limp and lifeless
409 · Sep 2015
Same old story
niamh Sep 2015
It's the same old story
In a different book.
Diverse covers
And altered bindings,
Mismatched fonts
And dissimilar ink,
Clashing papers
And opposing words,
But the same old story
In a different book.
409 · Jun 2015
Paradigm
niamh Jun 2015
A self-proclaimed
Paradigm of virtue,
Her body
Aches to sin
409 · Jun 2015
Go For It
niamh Jun 2015
She gazed upon the pool of life
Not knowing if she could swim.
She dipped her toe in the pool of life,
Stripped off and jumped right in
408 · Jun 2015
Untitled
niamh Jun 2015
Your eyes are blue lagoons
I could swim in all day
Your arms are silken scarves
To drape around me
Your lips are a rosé wine
I savour their taste
Your body is a temple
Let me worship
Your love is the air
It surrounds me
403 · Jun 2015
Bitter Burns
niamh Jun 2015
We wrote our lives
unto hopefilled parchment
and sprayed upon it
the perfume of our souls.
They used it to wipe
away their bitter tears
and held a match to it.
But that just means
we float forever
on a higher wind
403 · Aug 2015
Pale wings
niamh Aug 2015
The water falls
on the wings
of the butterfly,
weighing her down,
dragging her down.
Fighting for flight,
she struggles.
Her vibrant colours
diluted, now
pale imitations.
With grim determination,
she shrugs it off
and flies higher
than before,
but her colours
are forever
muted.
400 · Aug 2015
Last Man Standing
niamh Aug 2015
All but he had gone.
He was the last man standing.
There was no victory to be had.
Dancing with ghosts
in the evening rain,
listening to laughter
in an empty room,
phantom kisses laid
on a cold pillow,
the lingering scent
of forgotten memories.
A toast with only
one glass.
All but he had gone.
He was the last man standing.
There was no victory to be had.
395 · Jun 2015
Beautiful sorrow
niamh Jun 2015
Diamond tears
trip down ivory cheeks,
running rivulets
through ruby lips
before pooling
in palms of alabaster.
She paints a picture
of beautiful sorrow.
Would she still cry
if she could see
how I see her?
394 · Sep 2015
Deadly beauty
niamh Sep 2015
The cool beauty of the flawless surface,
where ripples are a thing of myth
and reflections unwanted are
enhanced by a brilliant blue hue.
Where within the depths
the creatures of the dark
crawl upon their bellies
never to be seen.
Where natural currents rage in silence,
hungry for victims
of circumstance and naivety.
Where an act of bravery
makes fools of heroes.
Where the deceptive glance
could steal the sight from your eyes.
Where no remorse
is ever shown.
Where lessons are taught,
but never learnt.
393 · Jun 2015
Stories
niamh Jun 2015
Let us write our stories
So that when the sands of our time
Get swept into the eternal sea
We shall remain in the hearts of men
393 · Jun 2015
Catch 22
niamh Jun 2015
Her face painted
To disguiuse true feelings
Cannot cover
The glassy-eyed
Thousand yard stare
Of someone looking
Into themselves.
She longs for someone
To ask her what's wrong
But she'll snap
When they do,
Make herself
Feel worse
And the viscious
Circle continues
393 · Jun 2015
Forest fires
niamh Jun 2015
The passion ignited
and the forest burned.
Old oaks charred,
saplings disintegrated,
devastation beyond
imagination,
a boundless, barren
desert of
scorched ground
and rancid air,
with the skeletons
of remembered beauty
standing sentry.
But who lit the match,
love or hate?
392 · Jun 2015
Light up
niamh Jun 2015
There is a chandelier
Within my eyes
And only you can
Flick the switch
391 · Jun 2015
Brought
niamh Jun 2015
In a life full of ordinary shades
You brought an extraordinary burst of light
simultaneously blinding me
while giving me sight.

In a world full of sharp edges
You brought sumptuous cushions
to protect me
when I fall.

In a heart unwittingly empty
You brought the knowledge
of what it is
to love.
391 · Jun 2015
Dangerous rivers
niamh Jun 2015
Children dangle feet in water
And trouts nibble upon
Their fleshy worms.
A rising wind whips fish
Into a furious frenzy
And the river roars
To warn the infants
But it's too late
And a beautiful baby
Becomes a ragdoll
I live beside a gently flowing river that claimed the life of a young boy following a freak storm
390 · Sep 2014
Poems
niamh Sep 2014
Pour your heart out
On a whim
Time to be judged,
Sink or swim.
It's so tough sharing your heart & soul with strangers, yet, bizarrely, not as tough as it is to share them with those closest to you. X
388 · Jun 2015
High winds(rensaku)
niamh Jun 2015
The howling winds rage
Bending the backs of all those
Who get in it's way

Tree limbs held aloft
In a crazed mexican wave
They yield to wind's will.

Angry waters churn
Brilliant blue to gloomy grey
Smashing upon rocks.

Watching from windows,
Spare a moment's thought for those
Who reside outside
388 · Jul 2015
Bite Back
niamh Jul 2015
Words are like weapons
Can maim and tear
So in the heat of the moment
You must beware.

We are not rubber *****,
We do not bounce back.
We bear the scars
Of your scathing attack.

We come back changed
Though the change may be slight,
A little bit tougher
With a little more bite.

Stow your tempered words
Within their sheath
Or taste the sharp side
Of our teeth.
387 · Jun 2015
Lunar
niamh Jun 2015
She controls the tide
In her mysterious way
And lights the night sky
At the end of the day.
Whether she be blood red or bright white
She's the undisputed lady of the night.
Her children gather around her,
Pinpricks of history
To further illuminate her beauty
386 · Oct 2014
Ell x
niamh Oct 2014
A goodnight kiss
So gentle and brief
Like the brush of a snowflake
As it touches a leaf.

I loved you then
And i love you now.
Do you still love me?
And if so, how?

I'm the bad one,
The cancer, the rot in your life.
The mother of your children,
The one you call 'wife'

I'm a liar, a gambler,
A thief of laughter.
But you love me still
And forever after.
384 · Jun 2015
No Mirage
niamh Jun 2015
I walked the desert for a millenia
Sandstorms crushing the air from my lungs and thieving my voice,
Drawing nails of grit down my eyes
And invading my mouth
Until I became a woman of sand.
When all hope was lost
An oasis
Before me appeared
And I drank my fill.
My lungs are fit to burst.
But I can't stop drinking.
384 · Jun 2015
Foray
niamh Jun 2015
The sun set
On my childhood.
I became a
Creature of the night,
A brief indulgence
In all things dark
Before you brought me
Back into the light
382 · Jul 2015
Illusion
niamh Jul 2015
A shattered illusion
of weeping beauty
lies upon the floor.
We can walk on it
'til our feet bleed,
or we can take the
broken pieces
and make a
kaleidoscope
of exquisite
symmetry
382 · Jun 2015
Morning wonders
niamh Jun 2015
Drink in the morning
Appreciate the wonder
Of the life we live
379 · Jun 2015
The Farmer
niamh Jun 2015
As the earth shaped him,
He in turn gave shape to earth
Bringing soil to life
378 · Jun 2015
Image
niamh Jun 2015
Give her a pool of water
And she would re-enact
The dying moments of narcissus.

Cover all the mirrors
That she may see
The ugliness within
377 · Jul 2015
Vulnerable
niamh Jul 2015
I faltered
And fell
And to my shock
I bled
375 · Jun 2015
No thorn
niamh Jun 2015
I place a crown
Of beautiful blooms
Upon her golden head.
To me,
The blooms are a pale
Imitation
Of her natural beauty.
All she sees
Is a thorn
Among flowers
Trying to show my little daughter how beautiful she is after a boy told her she was fat yesterday & her heart was broke the wee pet **
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