The wind rattled tiles on the roof. Turned the windmill out at sea. Pushed me back and forwards until I landed on my knees. Paper rubbish floated in the air, my hat lifted off my head, and hair whipped my eyes without a care. Storms raged around this world, people were asking the question when would it stop, when we all drop? Maybe when we find love in our hearts, That could be a good start. I hope.
I love writing and reading poems, not so much the classics these days but knew fresh stuff I find that exciting. New styles and new ideas. Some people paint, or write books or do crafts to get the inside out, me I do poetry and read the inside of folk I love to write fun and nature poems the best though.
What’s life but a phase Before we reach a better place And what you feel in your heart Sometimes we all set apart There are days we are crumbling under And days again When we reach for thunder And when
Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s
Hope’s the life’s driving force, without it,you will just feel remorse. Do not be abject,live life to the fullest, and that what makes you better from the rest. If life’s the heart,then hope is its best, because it is the