Poems written by Darren Scanlon

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Darren Scanlon

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.

Driven By Fear

Driven By Fear long poem

Our lives are driven in a state of fear The voices downtrodden are so hard to hear The captain and crew are in it for themselves All others are pushed to the back of the shelf Captains of industry and

Why

Why short poem

I see a future of war And evil dissent Of poverty and famine And dark discontent A world descended Into desolate gloom All joy and laughter Chased out of the room I see helpless children Lining wasted streets Tattered, just

I’ll Be There

Ill Be There short poem

Anytime the nights are long and scary The spider in the corner with legs so hairy The nightmare left you cold and scared You know I’ll be there Anytime the dawn brings fear and worry The hours ticking by as

The Uninvited Guest

The Uninvited Guest short poem

Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake.

Shell Shock

Shell Shock long poem

The whistle blows to sound the charge and over the top they bustle and barge, covered from head to toe in mud and soon tainted with flesh and blood. Up the ladder with slippery rungs, a scream of rage from

A Word Of Thanks

A Word Of Thanks short poem

A single word or phrase; a gesture Can trigger a feeling of wondrous rapture To be told that you’re worth more than the drifting sands That daily slip through your trembling hands To be surrounded by so many appreciative people

Brave Face

Brave Face short poem

How brave, in reality, is a ‘brave face’? A facade shared, it would seem, by the majority of the human race. Beneath the flaking paint of a painted mask lies a truth too long and painful to explain no matter

Floating Free

Floating Free long poem

Drifting high on a gentle breeze and grazing the tops of lofty trees, watching below, all the people move but there’s nothing left, up here, to prove. Floating higher and into the clouds, the sultry silence so deafeningly loud. Throbbing

Curtain Call

Curtain Call long poem

How do you say goodbye to everyone you love, your family and friends who you hold high above. How do you say goodbye to the one in your heart; your soul mate, from who none could tear you apart. Your

Raw Emotion

Raw Emotion long poem

Live every day like it was meant to be, helping all those who want to be free. Feel the warmth in a genuine smile, a childish giggle can bridge the miles. Surround everybody with happy ways, bask in the heat

Peace, One And All

Peace, One And All short poem

Winter snow And a fiery glow From eyes that twinkle Like the flakes below A romantic stroll Along the water’s edge Dodging screaming children Cutting corners on a sledge Buildings, trees And fences ablaze With bright, twinkling lights In the

Hope

Hope short poem

I look through my window and like what I see Clear blue sky soaring high above me The air so fresh and a pleasure to breathe Fluffy white clouds made of what you believe Beneath the canopy of life-giving wonder

Blink

Blink long poem

A family gathering, a party so bright with revelers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see his

Hopeful Eyes

Hopeful Eyes short poem

What sad weary eyes we have that see, in all the world, such poverty and pointless pain. Would not the sunlight bathe upon it if we simply look again? For the eye of the beholder may choose the depth of

One Last Shot

One Last Shot long poem

The stains upon the bar tell of many sad tales of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another washed out soul seeks the solace of the glass, to wash away the memory of another

High Score

High Score short poem

Pride and joy But don’t toy with nature Conserve the future Sweet and sour Change by the hour The two sides of life Of trouble and strife Beg, steal or borrow You’ll still pay with sorrow Tomorrow never knows And