Tag Archives: Poetry

Love Between Fire And Ice

I have another poem from that upcoming project that I’ve mentioned before in one of these blog posts for you today. It’s a rather long one, by my current standards for the poems I’ve been writing recently, but the concept intrigued me on a walk home recently and it’s been burning – unintentional pun – away in my head for a while, so here’s the poem.

It’ll Be Better In The Morning

Not going to lie, I have very much combined a writing task from the Creative Writing side of my degree with this week’s post, but I’m hoping that you’ll enjoy it! The heart of the task was creating images, assigning purposeful adjectives to them and layering sound on top. Feel free to let me know your thoughts! But anyway, here’s the poem.

My Friends

Today, I decided to show you a poem about the stars – or, rather, the lack of stars that I noticed one morning when I was walking to the bus stop. Seeing the stars and the moon in the early morning is one of the best parts of my day, especially when I have to wake up so early, so seeing a sky without them is quite saddening to me. Therefore, a poem was born – although the stars have since returned to the sky, you’ll be happy to hear!

The Emptiness Of My Atmosphere

Just a short poem today. Sometimes, it feels like the world is far too full of noise and general existence, but escaping it allows you to enjoy some form of blissful haven, far from the concept of everything. At least, that’s what I was thinking while I wrote this poem. If you’re sick of everything that is going on everywhere, then this one is for you.

In Your Hand

If you’ve ever wondered about whether your heart simply disappears from your chest within beats–which you probably haven’t, in all fairness–then this poem is for you. If you’ve become suddenly intrigued by that thought and maybe even a little unsettled at the idea of your heart taking a brief excursion from your chest every time it isn’t beating, then this poem is also for you. If this sounds like a load of random nonsense that has no bearing on reality, then this poem may not be for you, but you can still read it. Enjoy the freedom to relish in madness!

Nerve Cells

As my brain dutifully remains in my head – or, at least, I think it does – all day, every day, I think it’s only fair that I dedicate a writing piece to it. After all, it does have to work all day. Weirdly enough, I seem to be doing even more work now that it’s the summer holidays, but my brain manages to keep up somehow, even if it does generate regular headaches. So, aside from treating it with coffee and random bursts of inspiration, I’ve decided to give it the gift of words… that it has to come up with itself. I don’t think I’ve thought this through. Oh well!

Bus Ride

I wrote this poem as part of my senior creative writer position with FOURALL Magazine, and I was lucky enough to have it featured in their seventh issue. Bus Ride takes mental health and the metaphor of an empty bus and explores the ‘road to recovery’ and how it can sometimes be very difficult to begin that process and actually let people in. I hope you enjoy this poem!

Goosebumps

I will admit that, while writing this poem, I got really confused about what it was actually about. It started human and ended up abstract, although it was meant to remain human, and now it feels oddly macabre – at least, to me. I honestly have no idea how you’ll read this and what you’ll take from it, but it left me with a feeling that was a little like an echo, whatever that means. I hope you enjoy it, anyway!