Poems written by Peter Kiggin

I Used To

I Used To short poem

I used to watch bonfires as the coloured fireworks glow I used to paint Elephants, especially the nose I used to play cars, but only on pavements, never the roads I used to watch things going fast but now everything’s

Green to Amber then Red

Green to Amber then Red short poem

The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum The moss is like velvet

Epsilon

Epsilon short poem

There are some cracks in the pavement; there are some rules to ignore; there are some people you don’t understand and them you but you both know the score. There are fragments of amazement; there are policemen at the door;

Show The Way

Show The Way short poem

Walking in the forest looking at all the greens In my mind’s eye something now that simply gleans All the colours have light upon Some are shadows some are sun filled and brightly shone I see why they change so

Observation

Observation prose poem

When you think you have beauty in your life and it is taken When you think a world is born of your own mind’s eye; creation When lies are the commonest words spoken without deprecation When the dark nights become

The Death Of Me

The Death Of Me short poem

I am now estranged from everything I once was The very simple things that change because A lover loved someone and then was crossed I sat and cried for hours and something in me now was lost No more sunshine

Another Dimension

Another Dimension short poem

Imagination is the only true dimension; Somewhere which we can form an invention of perfection; Without these facts there is no way to escape our own three dimensional perception; We all dream inside the fourth into which there is no

Junior School

Junior School prose poem

Years gone by and we are all still fools For the silly things we laughed at school Farting and burping and breaking the rules Making large bubble gum circles whilst swimming in the local pool Playing tennis in the summer

Peto

Peto short poem

I am the little tiger that ran away The jungle seemed to disappear each day I wondered hard and long but I couldn’t stay So I walked down river to find another place to hunt and play Everywhere seemed to

The ghost train

The ghost train short poem

On the train that rides alone along this track of skin and bone, find locations to us unknown – the Ghost Train comes. Sitting, staring, watching paths of lives unfolding, to me just laughs – the Ghost Train comes. Darker

Regeneration

Regeneration prose poem

The bright red sun blisters my dreams When I wake softly like a fragile flower unfolding for water to take to grow Learn as my memories of flying high into the sky above the deep blue sea Rivers rapid flowing

Walking River

Walking River short poem

Walking beside a river, watching landscapes mirror underneath the sun Subtle colours, everyone encapsulated by the river pictures all across and along Yellow flowers, look at them for hours and the branches stretch like towers, entwining from earth to beauty

David Bowie

David Bowie prose poem

The clown is in the rocket ship and he’s crying just for you He’s been smoking something strange now he’s going up to the moon It’s alright because he’ll be back for you…………… real soon I might have; could have;

All of time

All of time short poem

The wine the wine it tastes so divine… The world is our oyster with pearls before swine… The laughter and rejoicing in everyone’s mind… The food is as fulfilling as times are so fine… The moon is full as my

Kind

Kind short poem

I saw your face for the first time My whole body trembled like a carriage going fast on a train line Our first kiss was so so so sublime We disappeared into a world that was perfect with only our

Fragility

Fragility short poem

A piece of glass shattered distorted on the floor A form no longer but pieces of what was once before A person would be dead if he broke but you wouldn’t be sure A slow process of gathering information to

The Way

The Way short poem

The wind rushes through the fields I am but an object that sees and feels The landscape changes as weather does the deals I want to sail on clouds that blow by like Catherine wheels The light across the long

Mind Travel

Mind Travel prose poem

Are you willing to travel further than the end of your seat? Then let us begin our journey into the unknown parts of your mind that words can repeat I give to you a pebble to make it real for

I Am Shy

I Am Shy short poem

The shyness in me makes me decide not to speak I climbed the mountains and have seen the peaks The words I write cannot explain emotions that I reach Destiny lied to me in my mind and never again should

Balancing Act

Balancing Act short poem

Conviction is an illusion to take your choice away Belief is the act of choice within the confines of an illusion In life there is also death to give balance to think you have a choice at all The choice

Open Cast Yard

Open Cast Yard prose poem

Black rain filtered down the cobble stone, catching the moon, almost making a white streak of what looked like paint, as it found the large grated drains As morning came, transformations of colours form, as oil slick from the Lorries,