Misery loves my company,Stress seeks my attention,Jealousy and envy have long since moved on,But doubt still deserves a mention,My pockets are lined with guilt,My wallet is full of regret,But sadness, despair and frustration,They’re the ones that I...
Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that...
The warmth of the light,And the cigarettes comfort me. While slags talk about their ex-boyfriends,It smothers me. Give me some air, as there is so much aroundI’m surrounded in this cage, my friends have let me down… So here I stand...
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,Old Time is still a-flying;And this same flower that smiles todayTomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,The higher he’s a-getting,The sooner will his race be run,And nearer he’s to setting. That...
Bind me up in pearl and gold –Drape me in feather, in fineryDress me in gems and joyfulnessWhatever binds your heart to me Bind me up in faithfulnessDrape me in lace and pure delightFor the waiting of my heart is done:My Love’s the dawning of...
Amber huskfluted with gold,fruit on the sandmarked with a rich grain, treasurespilled near the shrub-pinesto bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught rootamong wet pebblesand drift flung by the seaand grated shellsand split conch-shells...
Are you alive?I touch you.You quiver like a sea-fish.I cover you with my net.What are you—banded one?
Featured in Episode 1 of “I Hate Poetry”.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:Petals on a wet, black bough.
Featured in Episode 1 of “I Hate Poetry”.
You started by talking to the manager, making your family members frown. Now you’re hoarding toilet rolls on a shopping spree in lockdown. With your “Karen” haircut and attitude, people ridicule you on social media. Lots of sons, daughters and...
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better...