Introduction

Though I am not an eloquent person, I have always loved the rhyming word of poetry and I have my moments of creativity in this subject matter. I tend to write from emotion, sometimes from experiences and often tell stories of quite simply what is on my mind. Not necessarily writing for anyone in particular, most of the time just writing thoughts. I have been asked to write poems for other people and some are included in this collection. Read, don't read, the choice is yours... and so is your opinion.

Free to share poetry

All of my writing is registered with copyrights, however I am happy to waiver this for my poetry section and should anyone wish to use my work for song lyrics or share on the internet, all I ask is that credit is given to my name by means of common courtesy, thanks. There are certainly reasons behind what I write and I am sure that over time I shall add explanations to accompany each piece and if possible I shall add some imagery too. If you wish to question any of my work, I shall be happy to respond.

Where Are The Angels

Never thought that one so young, Could reach the point of no return,
Made up his mind to leave mankind, A lesson to be learned.


Never thought herd lose his love, Thought he couldn't love again,
He lost all hope and couldn't cope, With the torture and the pain.


Lost his grip, Lost his nerve, Lost all sense of pride,
Took the pills, One by one, 'Till he slowly died.


Where have all the angels gone? Why do they run and hide?
When all's not fair in love and war, Death's screaming out inside.
Where have all the angels gone? Why are both hands tied?
When walls aren't there, Behind closed doors, Life's creeping in outside.


A desperate life flashes by, Not a care for what might have been,
A useless plight, no will to fight, The future he's not seen.


So much more, much more to face, Many numbers on a plaque,
A thought out ploy, the golden boy, Now never to come back.


Lost control, lost all use of thinking with his head,
Now a machine breathes for him, as he lays there on the bed.


Where have all the angels gone? Why do they run and hide?
When all's not fair in love and war, Death's screaming out inside.
Where have all the angels gone? Why are both hands tied?
When walls aren't there, Behind closed doors, Life's creeping in outside.


Paralysed, the in between, The darkness disappears,
To sleep or wake, to give or take, A reflection of his fears.


Time runs out, no more secure, No longer in the lap of God,
And at a glance, a second chance, Not fully understood.


Gained his life to start again, with somebody new,
Now he sees a different man, for all that he's been through.


So where did all the angels go? Why did they run and hide?
When all the pain and hurt he had, Was building up inside.
So where did all the angels go? Why was he denied?
When all he had was love to give, And for that, was crucified.

Poetry Titles:

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