Poems

Poem

A free bird leaps 
on the back of the wind   
and floats downstream   
till the current ends 
and dips his wing 
in the orange sun rays 

Poem

One moment they were there and we were having fun
Now they've disappeared, every single one.
I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared

Rising Stars: New Young Voices in Poetry
Poem

Her pockets are never empty.

She says pockets are for running.

So she keeps them full,

Stuffs universes into them,

And says it is just the essentials.

 

A F Harrold
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

If you open up my skull

  You won’t see a brain in there,

underneath the skin and bone

Poem

All you see is outside me: my painted smile,
the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.
A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me

A F Harrold -poetryline
Poem

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

I remembered how I used to play with my mum.

As a kid, in the kitchen, we would bake together.

 

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

           alive,

Moonrise
Poem

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

           alive,

Poem

Tomorrow has your name on it
It's written up there in the sky
As you set out on a journey
in search of the How? and  the Why?

Poem

What do we do with a difference?
Do we stand and discuss its oddity
or do we ignore it?

Do we shut our eyes to it
or poke it with a stick?
Do we clobber it to death?

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