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Garden of dreams

Dreams are supposed to be sweet like honey and not as dark as treacle

Dreams are supposed to wipe the tears of the day away

Not make you dream of greyer days and things that make you scream

Dreams are supposed to be good for you

Dreams are supposed to be your sanctuary

They are not supposed to bring you fear at all

So why then, do my dreams make me feel like I am falling on my knees at the mercy of the universe?

Why do my dreams feel like a curse?

Shut away in a miser’s purse, with nothing to spend at all in the garden of dreams…

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Kiss the past away

A soft revelation spoke to my heart

An angelic spell put me into repose

Caterpillar you must sleep

Your old self you must dispose

A new dawn waits for you and you are not ready yet

Sleep well my daughter of the dawn

Your new life has been set

Tomorrow you will wake with beautiful wings

And you will fly so high

A new life will make you sing

There is no reason to be shy

So colourful your life will be

You came from shades of grey

So lay down your sleepy head

And kiss the past away

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Peace amongst the roses

Dedicated to my prose, I sniff and smell the roses

They softly tickle my nose, the soft and velvet posies

I read my stories under them, pink petals they fall down

And cover my little pages, in the rose’s crown

I smell the pretty roses, their scent is bitter sweet

I sit amongst the roses, peace is quite a treat

I snuggle into reading; I sit and while the way

I want it to last all summer, but it won’t even last the day

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My dream home poem

My dream home

Would have a kitchen with a soft place for my friends to sit and drink green teas

Whilst I make biscuits, talking about the garden and recipes

My dream home

Would have a nook for me, where I can write in tranquillity

With books all around and a little door that opens into the garden for the little paws

I will have a cushion fort that’s canopied with lace

So I can laze some afternoons, my perfect reading place

Rainbows decorate the wall for me as the crystals shine them through

With all the colours that can be in every single hue

My dream home

Is a happy place

Where animals and children be

So we can live together in perfect harmony

My dream home

Will be lots of fun, it will never be dull

A playroom for the children and me

And a place to sit and mull

My dream home

Will be alive, with people coming to and fro

Because they are welcome here, they’ll know

My dream home

Will have a garden, as big as you can get

With lots of different gardens, an adventure is always set

The children will have their playground

The animals will too

I just hope there is enough room, for my little zoo

My dream home

I will love the garden

I’d go there nearly every day

Growing vegetables and herbs like ears of corn, carrots, rosemary and bay

Growing fruits by the dozens, blueberries, apples and peach

A sensory garden for the children, where they can play and screech

I’ll have a little pool for me, where I will daily swim

Because I love the water so and it will keep me trim

My dream home

Is where the love is and daily we’ll embrace

My dream home is perfect, it’s my happy place

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Devil’s feral child

I was raised like a feral child

Though my playground was a cage

I was kept away from others

I could not with others engage

I could look on and wonder

What it’s like to play

With the other children

I see from my garden each day

But never be a part of their society

Because I was never meant to be free

No one to hug me when I cried

Not when people went and died

I had to do it all alone

Alone and lonely in my home

Without any comfort or kind words

Their only touch was to hurt

Constantly berated for my heart

Don’t be weak we’ll tear you apart

Go back upstairs in your cage

No way to ever assuage the pain

Just you remember, don’t be vain!

You are the devil’s child

Don’t do it again!

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Promise to Eve

I feel like the Eve to a new dawn

God has spoken “don’t be forlorn”

For he is coming soon

I don’t know where or how though

It’s a mystery to me

But God has sent this promise that he will set me free

He will make me stronger

He will love me so

And when I’ve found my Adam, I will undoubtedly know

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Just You

I walk through this world broken hearted

I can’t find who or where you are

But know this, I need you

You, the man from my dreams

The one who promises me everything

But the only thing I want is you

Your warm embrace

Your firm and loving words

Your guidance and protection

Just you

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Until…

Crystals hang around the window illuminating the room with lightning flashes of rainbows

A little shard of sunlight breaks through the crack in the curtain creeping closer to me as I read

The crow caws loudly in a nearby oak

I am snuggled up with my book, ashamed that I woke

Life is peaceful here

Until…

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Liars are vampires

Codswallop flows through their mouths

The liars

What is dreamt and what is true?

My criers

You give me hope, yet I see right through

The briers that you shield me from

You liars

I hear your words but I believe none

My mind is not for hire, liar

Truth is what I want

No desire

Truth is all I need

Vampire

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Song for the wolf maiden

You kissed the night to end your plight

But there you’re trapped as well

Shooting happiness and licking the moon

You might as well dwell in Hell

Your scars are very pretty

You got them when you was numb

When you saw yourself in the mirror

You felt that it was dumb

You regret everything

And everything stings

You have hope that angels will save you when they sing

You miss your mother

The one who flew away

Like a raven in the night

She took your heart away

But she watches you tonight

Though you have no clue

She is there as your guiding star

She will see you through

And wipe away your scars

She is the angel with the black wings

She will keep her vow

Though you don’t believe her

As you feel abandoned now

But she will lift you up

and out this world

Her promises are true to you

You’ll get home to the old world

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