stephanie burrows

stephanie burrows Dec 2017

700,000 children pushed into poverty.
Food banks that can't cope anymore.
Jobs lost families struggling to get by.
Even more rough sleepers than before.
Tax credit's that makes life worse.
People living in badly built houses.
No money for schools and hospitals.
Yet there's money for royal weddings.
One rule for us and a different rule for them.
A government that takes from the poor.
Even death has a tax these days.
Is this what building a fairer country that works for everyone looks like?.

I wrote this because when you look at the mess of the UK you start to wonder who does this country work for it makes me angry.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

we all matter

Every life matters .
Every dream matter.
Every tear cried matters to.
Every life lost matters.
We need to love more and hate less.
Stand together and not be divided.

I this isn't meant to offend any one i wrote this because we all matter every life matters. We have all had deal with hate hurt lost and pain.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

midnight poem.

No thoughts to share.
Nothing to tell either.
Long days and cold nights.
Heavy eyes closing.
A mind that won't sleep
Jam jars full of heartfelt words.
Waiting to be used.
Maybe tomorrow.
Just not now.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

the real reality

Blind to families going hungry children living in poverty. Homeless people sleeping in door ways and boxes. Food banks under pressure running out of food.

Teenage minds blown on drink and drugs life's ruin before they are lived. Poisonous headlines stirring up a frenzy of hate and nastiness. When the truth is told and its not liked its called fake news.

It's us against them taking from the poor but never the rich. People working for wages that won't cover the bills. Lying news channels never report the real reality.

The brain dead believe everything questioning nothing. It's only true when the news channel tells you it is. We are living in sad and dangerous times.

I wrote this because for me the news channels will tell you anything and be happy to tell you anything but the truth. People always seem to believe it with out thinking about it.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

The dying rose

Stars fall like the slient darkness of night. Moon lit paths made from a bitter sorrow. Done fighting fights that can never be won.

Every beautiful rose has thorns that cut deep. Feelings are like lost dreams you can't find. Forgetting memories made and sweet kisses.

Fairy tales lie not all endings are happy. It's just an other day with out you.Looking up at the split moons that's broken.

Watching loves rose die petal by petal.

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

a Sunday poem

A heart for every person I have ever loved.
A tear for every face I will never see again.
Passing thoughts and dreams of escaping.
Just look for a some were to call home.
Searching for that much needed happy ending.
Opening the flood gates with no fear.
Letting these feelings flow deeply and freely.
Filling blank pages and empty lines with heart felt words.
Holding on old memories and happy days.
Remembering long and lazy Sunday days.

This is just a new poem from a new collection I am working on

stephanie burrows Nov 2017

Hope

Tear fillers eyes.
Heavy hearted.
Holding on to memorise.
Remembering happy days
Hoping that you found heaven.

I wrote this for my mum who died five years ago today. I saw a rainbow she loved them it inspired this poem