Raining leaves falling far from half bear trees rustling swirling with every well mannered breeze a brief introducing from a hungry squirrel playing conkers on the ground running quickly hiding from the trodden twig sound natures beauty still attractive smell of wood fire on cue withering though soulful lapping the last rays of the sunContinue reading “Summers Last Dance”
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
West winds
West winds blow hope throughout the west lands of freedom. In escaping the devils neck crank. Am I now the batman and not the joker? In a soprano high notes battle, she touched me with divinity at the foot of mount Zion, that I am now brave enough to climb. As a child of theContinue reading “West winds”
Dream
You were once only a dream that I had. I was a meandering river gushing towards your valley of still turned, the elixir of life. As the dreamers dream, now you’re to be my wife. Dreams like you are beautiful. But where do dreams begin? Is it on the strings of harps and violin? InContinue reading “Dream”
Exile
It’s just there, yet so far will it listen once? How many times can you pray upon a star? Will they exile me to an unknown land? With just the company of a busker hand in hand. In a search for love, in a search for treasure exile me from all of this pressure.
I hope now someone loves you
You once asked if I loved you my short answer was no. The truth my feelings I could not let go. I was dancing in the pink hue of the atmosphere, escaping the dragons fiery breath I could not see, I was deaf. There has been now many moons many of them blue, I hopeContinue reading “I hope now someone loves you”
Rifle and prayer
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer. The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Like an angel
Like an angel, I need you today to roll this stone away. My heart pumps love like its fair whilst my head doesn’t seem to care. Christopher said ‘our view of this world is like a mirror reflecting one’s soul’. Well, in a deep wishing well. I’m the poem and the pen, to feel moreContinue reading “Like an angel”
These nights with you
I would cut down to hear your laugh just one more time, have not just fading memories drowning in this bottle of wine. I miss you more than i ever could’ve thought, I wish it didn’t ache and your life wasn’t cut so short. I reflect on us as children, in the past i loveContinue reading “These nights with you”
Thyme that grew through pebbles
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Waiting
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There’s a weight in waiting to wait God please, I’mContinue reading “Waiting”
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