Sitting down wondering what life is all about,
I take out my camera
And catch a glimpse of life from another perspective,
A tree swaying
A grasshopper jumping
A lion pouncing
I get a fragment of the earth in one frame,
Like a shattered ruler or a broken window.
Each frame captures something new,
Light changes the angle of my photo,
Weather alters the final product.
The photo will later show a glimpse,
From the future to the past,
A time capsule showing life how it was.
A fleck of paint on a canvas,
A piece of fluff on a woolen jumper,
A poem stuck in the world's thoughts.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, 1 July 2011
Another poem for you
Love is a chemical in a chemistry lab,
Generated from test tubes
Fused by scientists
It spills on skin -
It burns.
You cry out, but seemingly no-one hears.
It's the selfish game
People searching for their own chemicals and forgetting others.
But;
Dealt with correctly
Chemicals can make miracles.
I found my chemicals.
I found you.
Generated from test tubes
Fused by scientists
It spills on skin -
It burns.
You cry out, but seemingly no-one hears.
It's the selfish game
People searching for their own chemicals and forgetting others.
But;
Dealt with correctly
Chemicals can make miracles.
I found my chemicals.
I found you.
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Jigsaw
My life is always acting as a puzzle,
A piece missing every time I try to slot the tricky shapes together.
This time there was all but one piece.
A valuable section wrenched from the bottom of my soul.
A piece of paper torn in two
A shattered window fractured at the heart
A broken home, licked by intruding flames
Engulfed in a blinding shut-eye smoke.
The missing piece was dark, and tall, taller than many pieces i knew -
A smile stretched over his puzzled face, looking for the rest of the Jigsaw.
But lust had overcome him
A Lion to a Deer,
A new puzzle filled his inquisitive mind.
My puzzle was picked from his brain and dumped in an alleyway, forgotten and lost.
He had moved on, onto a new Jigsaw.
I writhe in pain.
Not at a missing puzzle piece, but at the absence of a part of my heart.
Lust licked its' luscious lips and beckoned the Boy with her.
A piece missing every time I try to slot the tricky shapes together.
This time there was all but one piece.
A valuable section wrenched from the bottom of my soul.
A piece of paper torn in two
A shattered window fractured at the heart
A broken home, licked by intruding flames
Engulfed in a blinding shut-eye smoke.
The missing piece was dark, and tall, taller than many pieces i knew -
A smile stretched over his puzzled face, looking for the rest of the Jigsaw.
But lust had overcome him
A Lion to a Deer,
A new puzzle filled his inquisitive mind.
My puzzle was picked from his brain and dumped in an alleyway, forgotten and lost.
He had moved on, onto a new Jigsaw.
I writhe in pain.
Not at a missing puzzle piece, but at the absence of a part of my heart.
Lust licked its' luscious lips and beckoned the Boy with her.
Thursday, 9 June 2011
My Love For Poems
I am in love with poems.
I always have been, and for some reason, i think i always will be. The turn for me was when i won a major national poetry competition called the John Betjeman National Poetry Competition when i was in year 7. It wasn't an easy competition, and when my school teacher asked me to write a poem based on place and surroundings, i just sat down and wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote, and after what seemed like hours, i had my final poem that i would enter into the competition. It definitely was a lot of hard work! At this point, all i cared about was the fact that the prize was one thousand pounds, fifty pounds of book tokens, and two tickets on Eurostar to Paris. But when i got a phone call to say i had been long listed out of two thousand poets, i was absolutely ecstatic. And if you think i was excited about being placed in the top 50 and winning a book, you can probably imagine how astonished i was when i found out that i had one out of the whole of Great Britain. I seem to remember crying that night - out of total surprise! I have included the winning poem here, and i'd love to know what you think! Soon, i am publishing my poetry book, but i need sponsors and things like that. I'd love to know if you could help! heres the website if you would like to enter the competition this year.. just sent my entry in! http://www.johnbetjeman.com/comp.html And, as promised, heres the poem... hope you like it!
I always have been, and for some reason, i think i always will be. The turn for me was when i won a major national poetry competition called the John Betjeman National Poetry Competition when i was in year 7. It wasn't an easy competition, and when my school teacher asked me to write a poem based on place and surroundings, i just sat down and wrote. I wrote and wrote and wrote, and after what seemed like hours, i had my final poem that i would enter into the competition. It definitely was a lot of hard work! At this point, all i cared about was the fact that the prize was one thousand pounds, fifty pounds of book tokens, and two tickets on Eurostar to Paris. But when i got a phone call to say i had been long listed out of two thousand poets, i was absolutely ecstatic. And if you think i was excited about being placed in the top 50 and winning a book, you can probably imagine how astonished i was when i found out that i had one out of the whole of Great Britain. I seem to remember crying that night - out of total surprise! I have included the winning poem here, and i'd love to know what you think! Soon, i am publishing my poetry book, but i need sponsors and things like that. I'd love to know if you could help! heres the website if you would like to enter the competition this year.. just sent my entry in! http://www.johnbetjeman.com/comp.html And, as promised, heres the poem... hope you like it!
Lapland
The snow,
Crisp and new,
Remembers my foot
As it crunches through it.
I make sure that
I am the only one
Who asks the snow to
remember me
Day after day.
There is no colour,
Just white upon white.
The only thing apart from snow
Is us and the tall green trees.
Falling like raindrops from the sky,
I just stand in awe and watch
The Beautiful whiteness
Sit and rest on their
companions.
I breathe in the frozen cold air
And watch my dragon breath
Spiral up and out of sight
Just like hot air from a chimney.
I just stop and listen
For the smallest sound
Until my ears
Are screaming in silence.
The snow reminds me
Of precious jewels,
Glistening in
The morning sunshine.
Have you ever been to a place,
Just like this one and felt
completely alone?
Like you have the world in your grasp?
I have.
This is Lapland.
What do you think? Please comment! Thanks
What do you think? Please comment! Thanks
I will also add the company that really published my poem. It was the Finnish Embassy in England, and here is the website. http://www.finemb.org.uk/public/default.aspx?contentid=183276&nodeid=35867&contentlan=2&culture=en-GB
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