"bryony" poems
Life is too short,
In the long run,
For petty arguments and pain,
The storm feels like it will last forever,
So learn to dance in the rain.
Many people will come and go,
Enter your life just to leave,
But in the end,
God calls us all,
Don't waste your precious time to grieve.
Life and death go hand in hand,
Forever partners in crime,
Precious moments slip away,
Its all the tricks of that funny thing,
That funny thing called time.
Is this all a simple game?
If so then how do we play?
Life has no meaning,
Until you make it so,
That's why you play, grow, learn,
Waste your time then it slips away.
Life is too short,
In the long run,
For petty arguments and pain,
The storm will last for eternity,
So I'm learning to dance in the rain,
Life is but a fleeting moment,
Done and gone in the blink of an eye,
Repeating this process for centuries now,
With no-one bothering to ask,
Why?
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
My love, be patient,
Your heart has become dependent,
Upon my words and actions,
Mixed with fatal attraction.
My love, be patient,
I love you more than words could describe,
Love obvious on both parts from conversation,
You can't imagine my surprise.
My love, be patient,
Admission of emotion is a powerful statement,
It shocked me to realise how my heart jumps at the thought of you,
It is your love I cling too.
My love, be patient,
Our time is here,
No need to rush it,
I swore my walls would be high,
You pushed them down with ease,
You didn't even have to try.
My love, be patient,
You are my inspiration,
A sensation,
Sedation,
Your love is calming.
Please know I love you,
But my love, be patient.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
-Opening-
Some things are part of you
And yet you have no control.
Certain memories and habits are -
And my sister was just so.
On the morning of the funeral
Mum gave me a mint, a polo
I ****** it for a while
And felt the ‘o’
Dissolving into a thin hoop
Of mint on my tongue.
And somewhere in there was the memory
Of other moments spent
******* the ‘o’s of meditation
Years, sometimes decades ago.
There was no narrative to these memories
Save me
And during those moments that narrative
Could not see itself,
Or the relative position of its parts,
But moments do not need narrative
To be complete
Like Bryony,
I’ve found life to be
Oftentimes bad for me,
Like confectionary
And cut flowers
Short and sweet.
-1-
Bryony is now a rose,
But once upon a time
She was a mischievous
Kink in a hose.
At Kingswood Drive,
Ben and Bry on the same side:
“Daniel – help us out! The water’s stopped-
Look down the end and check that it’s not blocked.”
At last! A chance to be of use!
The baby bursts with pride -
Just as the hose unkinks
And sprays him in the eye.
-2-
Bryony ran away from home
To join the circus known as Camden Town
A world of orphans with piercings
Selling t-shirts to clowns.
I didn’t understand it,
Neither did mum and dad.
But we went to visit once, me and mum,
I must have been about six,
Can’t remember much,
But it must have been a good night –
Always is –
When you end up in high heels and a dress.
I was her little manniken
In a whole world of fashion.
-3-
“Dan? Pass my bag there with the moisturising lotion.”
I do so, and by return of post –
A vague memory of a smoky blond from photos.
I always thought she would be a model
When we were growing up.
I didn’t tell her until recently
When she’d acquired the cheekbones for it
But now her skin rippled
With dry amusement
At the notion.
-4-
At the hospice they admired
Her strong will and determination
To join the dots
Of visitors
With a shaky stubborn line
From declining throne
To the swing seat
In the garden.
“They’re lovely here.” She said.
They were not trying to change her,
They were helping her accept.
-Ending-
An ending fitting for a start
A rhyme she made me
Learn by heart
My earliest memory of her
Playing pattercake
And saying:
Make up, make up
Never, never break up.
Make up, make up
Never, never break up.
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 6:19 PM UTC
The deepest connection,
You can ever know,
The connection of two hearts,
A love you're able to show.
A cut that is deep,
A scar that is wide,
They allow you to keep,
Your ambition and drive,
The deepest connection,
A central glow,
The deepest affection,
That allows you to let go.
Of the pain of the past,
The turmoil you suppress,
A pain you are rid of at long last,
Free of your distress.
The deepest connection,
You can ever know,
Is that of two hearts,
Always let it show.
Copyright © 2015 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
Puppets on a string,
And the master of the game,
Pulled around as dolls,
On the endless string of pain.
Puppets on a string,
Lack of inspiration,
Rolling around to the beat of others music,
Never free from constant frustration.
Puppets on a string,
Nothing left to gain,
And this will always remain,
Always remain the same.
Puppets on a string,
And the master of the game,
Pulled around as useless dolls,
On the endless string of pain.
Copyright © 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Breathing,
In out,
Slowly exhale,
Close your eyes as you breathe the sweet smell,
Of him pressed against your chest.
Holding,
Closer,
Tighter,
Arms wrapped around his waist,
You feel safe, secure and happy again,
Knowing he's there can end the pain.
Listening,
Hearing sound,
Slow and comforting,
His words lapping over your body to nourish your soul,
Talking of your life together,
Growing old.
Hoping,
Breathing in his scent,
Feeling his presence,
Heart beating fast with recognition as you scan his face,
Eyes flicking over a familiar place.
Smiling,
Teeth bright and showing,
Happiness growing,
Inside your heart and head,
Knowing he wont desert you,
Wont leave you for dead,
Like the rest.
Loving,
Love in your eyes,
Love in his,
Allowing your soul to be released to him,
The lights are dim,
Passion is flowing,
Love for each other inside of you growing.
Death,
Silent,
Peaceful,
Not alone you are together,
Hearts as one, always, forever,
A love so strong, death defying,
No more hurt, no more crying.
Eternal,
Life you have been given,
Souls by love and happiness driven,
Hold his hand,
Sour through the sky,
Here,
Our love,
It will never die.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
I may not have the perfect body,
Or a simple mind,
But someone thinks I'm beautiful,
Sensitive and kind.
They recognize the pain I hide,
I never have to share it,
For he already knows,
All the reasons that I have,
For feeling terribly low.
What, after all, is perfection?
A simple question of shape, style and complexion?
A vanity deep inside of everyone?
Seemingly the option would be to walk away,
No-one ever does, they will always stay,
In this endless circle of misery,
Cementing it, creating awful history.
I know otherwise just what perfection is,
It's the same in my eyes as in his,
Not what we wear or how we look,
We're changing the writing in the history book.
For perfection is quite simple,
Really, it's very achievable,
For you may not be skeletal,
He will still think you're beautiful,
You may be unstable,
And stuck with a label,
But he won't care as long as you're able.
To love without question,
Support his dreams,
In turn he will love you,
And sew up the seams,
Of your broken soul and tormented mind,
He'll help you release,
All of your kindness,
Your sensitive side,
He'll take away the blindness.
He'll allow you to see,
Exactly who you are,
That to him, you are perfection,
His beautiful shining star.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
One must sit and wonder,
Just how deep their love can go,
Is it just the cuddles,
The kisses that you blow?
Does it stretch to a deeper level,
Is it shallow and cold,
Or forever my darling,
Your heart will I hold?
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC
I've made some pretty harsh mistakes,
But none like this before,
Its like I've shut out all the light,
Closed every single door.
My life has become a lie,
All the pain I must hide,
The fakeness of my smile,
But no matter how hard I try.
People won't let go,
Of wrongs you've done,
Beg for mercy,
But they all keep on,
Cry your tears,
Just dont let them see,
In essence,
Be just like me.
Copyright © 2015 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
Shards of broken glass on the window sill,
Another argument,
Another round of pain,
It brings them such torment,
Drives them both insane.
Broken glass on the kitchen floor,
Smashed to bits like her dreams,
Tears on her face,
Love ripped at the seams,
Her home now a cursed place.
Broken glass on the path outside,
People are standing and looking,
Sadness for her fills their eyes,
She smiles at them,
Removes the shards,
And waltzes back inside.
Broken glass
No more broken glass.
She lay there in a hospital bed,
Her skull almost smashed to pieces,
He lay a kiss upon her cheek,
Offer's himself to Jesus,
Know's he did wrong.
So broken glass on the window sill,
A deadly weapon designed to ****
It did its job and did it well,
He got a prison sentence,
Giving him time to dwell,
Upon his life and his mistakes,
Haunted by her pretty face,
Smashed to pieces on the kitchen floor,
An awful crime to be responsible for,
All because of broken glass,
Broken glass on the kitchen floor.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC
Talk is nothing,
Actions tell your story,
A life spent searching,
Ever looking upon glory.
Talk is nothing,
Speech is worthless,
A waste of time,
Words have no purpose.
Saying those three words,
Can give someone faith,
Send them to the clouds with the angels,
But those words without proof in action,
Can bring about someone's hate.
A heart is given,
A fragile thing full of meaning,
All past sins to yours forgiven,
The words of another intervening,
From all the pain and suffering,
You have once experienced.
But just remember,
Talk is nothing,
Without action to prove their worth,
Yes words can be touching,
But can also bring about hurt.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
A fleeting glance that changed our lives,
You with your dark hair,
Me with my bright eyes.
A helping hand that pushed us along,
Turned the lyrics,
Into a song.
You looked at me and my heart hit the floor,
And it seems to be,
That you opened a door,
The door to my heart,
For you held the key,
You held the key to set me free.
The first words I spoke,
I told you my name,
I was sure I would choke,
On my words, but they came.
Words cannot describe the way that I feel,
The way you turned my world around,
And made my head reel.
Whenever you look in my direction,
The joy on my face and yours is a reflection,
So finally my dear,
All I have to say,
Is I love you forever,
Forever and a day.
Copyright© 2014 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
I wish sometimes people would consider me,
What I think and feel,
What my emotions might be.
I wish sometimes they would stop and think,
The reasons I say and do what I do,
But no, all you think on is you.
I wish sometimes someone would care,
Instead of just walking on by,
How much longer can I hide my despair?
I wish sometimes that someone might realise,
All these smiles and laughs...
They are simply lies.
Copyright © 2015 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
Broken down, pieces of my soul,
Scattered around in my head,
Hoping and wishing the world was less cold,
That I might lose this feeling of dread.
Sorrow, howling from deep within,
All selfless acts thrown in my face,
I have to just take it on the chin,
While my hope is lost in the human race.
Pieces of my broken heart,
Scars that cut me deep,
My wounded mind is torn apart,
And I'm thrown upon the trash heap.
Society tells you 'Don't let them judge',
What else can you do but sit,
Waiting upon your name dragged through the mud,
To be alive you feel unfit.
You did it, well done,
You finally broke me down,
Wow you finally won,
Turned my ever bright smile to a dimly lit frown.
Why do you behave,
In such a nasty manner?
When all I do is try to help you,
You just throw it back in my face.
Well no more,
I refuse to be treated as a lesser being,
A punch here and there and a cut to the skin,
How are you blind to what I'm feeling?
Well no more,
No further words shall pass,
You won't hurt me again,
I'd sooner walk on broken glass.
Well no more,
You won't win again,
Take your silly ideas of victory,
You will cause me no more pain.
Well no more,
From this day on you aren't worth my breath,
You won't break me down, you know the score,
Now we'll be in living death.
No more.
You do not win.
You know the score.
I've got a pretty thick skin.
No more.
I am the one, to sustain my grin.
Copyright © 2015 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
Heaven,
Eyes blue like the ocean,
Tranquillity,
A calming effect they have.
Beautiful,
Greener than emeralds,
A passion swimming inside,
They take away my heartache,
And all the hurt I hide.
Senses,
Your smell, touch and taste,
They make me go insane,
Ease all of my troubles,
Allow me to love again.
Love,
It burns deep inside us,
And nothing could ever go wrong,
For once after all the worries,
I feel that I belong.
A time,
Passage of it is slow but fast,
You help me forget,
The pain of the past.
For you,
My love I would give the world,
I, at last, can open my heart,
Happy and content,
And now our adventure starts.
Copyright © 2015 Jasmine Bryony Holmes
All rights reserved.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC