I am a husband but I have no woman to hold I am a father but I hear no children’s laughter I am a son but comes no word from a parent I am a man, but God holds me like I’m a baby
Tag Archives: Creative writing
Together
I couldn’t quite hear himwith the distance between us,only muffles through the mask he was wearing. It was a gentle breeze that hurled his words straight into my ears, down into my heart.Both of are dejected spirits now rallied.“The vaccine is here, they’ve done it”.Is what he said in a cheerful tonethat I’m sure willContinue reading “Together”
By His wounds
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
Seeing Death
Last one goes in, goes down crippled, keeled, floor pressing hard against my double crown. Dizzy, dazed feeling out for the door struggling, curled out on the floor. Sweat, tears, body’s being bled, gagging, chocking only bloods being shed. I shut my stinging eyes to deaths smile, it’s attacking from inside agony it’s vile. NeedingContinue reading “Seeing Death”
Summers Last Dance
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”
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”
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”
Smith Shine Poetry 