Tag: Poetry

Drift away

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An opened window

to let his soul leave the room;

I believe he left.  

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by Scooj

Neglected

.

With trepidation 

I stride to the allotment 

first time in six weeks. 

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by Scooj

Football train

.

General hubbub 

snippets of conversation

and clickity clacks. 

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by Scooj

Blimey!

 

One thousand and one

posts. I didn’t know that I

had so much to say!

 

by Scooj

Pen power

 

Blue, red, green or black,

flipchart pens lend power to

facilitators.

 

by Scooj

Getting older

 

Those I thought were young

are no longer so; in turn

they see an old man.

 

by Scooj

Off sick

 

Unwell and in bed

and hanging in my darkened

room, that unwell smell.

 

by Scooj

Then and now

 

In far away fields

I left the boy behind but

now I want him back.

 

by Scooj

Cousins

I thought I’d try something a bit different, inspired by some lovely poetry I read here. This is the first poem I have written since school (other than Haiku). Be gentle.

 

Cousins

 

So different were we,

I from London and you from Leeds.

I remember one time

when we went out walking,

you pointed up to the sky and cried

‘eh up, there’s kite’

I didn’t know what you had said at first.

We are not so different now

you and I,

our age has smoothed out our differences

our age has brought us closer

it is our age that now defines us.

 

by Scooj