Nikki Ireland: Poems

Oct 2015 · 397

b u s y

Nikki Ireland Oct 2015

b u s y

i read an article and agreed,
this word is toxic for you and me.
whenever i try to speak
and bring about a sense of peace
you boy me off without a thought.
you are always too b u s y.

Sick and tired of trying to figure out why one of my life long friends has suddenly lost all interest in our friendship. It's frustrating the hell out of me and I wrote this after giving up on sleep.

#heartbreak

Oct 2015 · 605

$ystem

Nikki Ireland Oct 2015

$ystem

You hide behind your primary colours worth billions of dollars.
While the ordinary man live a life serving for paper, fighting your wars.

#power #government #elite

Dec 2014 · 2.3k

My Wee Hen

Nikki Ireland Dec 2014

My Wee Hen

Once I had a wee brown hen,
it had a wee brown tail.
I sent it for a penny of sweeties it never back again.
Now it's dead and in it's grave,
many a many a day.
God bless my wee hen.
It never came back again.

I didn't write this but rather my Mum sang it to me when I was young. I don't know where it came from or if anyone has ever heard it before but I will always remember it. It's so sad!

#death #lullaby #farm

Dec 2014 · 492

Benchmark

Nikki Ireland Dec 2014

Benchmark

Her name was Nicola.
She adored the sky.  
A natural born traveler.
Who loved being outside.

This was her favourite view.

I was asked what my benchmark would say, this was my first response.

#death #legacy

Dec 2014 · 476

x

Nikki Ireland Dec 2014

x

A celebration.
Another source of liberation.
Between these sweat drenched walls of intoxication.

This is my life.
Wondering a maze of moral corners.
Passed under the lights of no last orders.

#alcohol

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