I am a father of 6 children who has had a love of poetry for many years.It wasn't until my fire was rekindled by a fellow poet,good mate and a man who gave me lots of advice at the start,Darren Scanlon.In just over a year i have written 50 poems of all types and am hoping later this year (2015) to publish my first book.
The watcher, he sits over there, Staring,I can see him staring his evil glare, He’s the watcher, he watches ’till I sleep, Then he’ll come for me creep, creep, I drift alone into a world of dread, I cannot move,can’t
A mother sits by a graveside, Tears rolling from her eyes She doesn’t know the reasons, The what fors or the whys. Men who wear their business suits, Who only care for oil and cash, Sent her son to faraway
There’s no one to talk to, Nobody understands, Nobody feels like you do, You need a helping hand. No matter how you feel, There’s always someone there, Someone to help you heal, Someone who really cares. You feel the world’s
Sometimes I feel all alone, In my world of hurt and pain, And no matter what you say or do, The memories come back again. I sit alone in darkness, Watching shadows creep on the walls, Feeling hurt and terrified,
When the dawn does break, The earth it is asleep, The sun stretches its shadows, Along empty streets they creep. The tweeting of the birds, The shrill sound of their song, The twittering and the chattering, They talk the whole
I don’t know what to do sometimes, When you’re crying in my arms, All I know is my arm around you, Will protect you from your harms. Sitting there just sobbing, Shaking with your fears, Making a puddle on my
Sometimes in your life, Time will go astray, You can’t save those moments, For another day. Missed opportunities, Times you should have had, But we got the good times, Mixed up with the bad. Sometimes we take the wrong path,