Monday, 7 February 2011

Family Aspirations

After becoming your bride,
We'll move to the country side.
A lovely house,
With a lovely spouse.

We'll add to the bliss with a child or two,
A miniature me and you. 
A lovely new family,
With love from you and me. 

You'll have your dream job as a fighter,
And I'll have mine as a writer. 
A lovely future ahead,
Without a single dread.

We'll have happiness together,
And it will last forever.
A lovely life,
With me as your wife. 

The Lottery Dream

One day I'll win the lottery,
Just you wait and see!

No more money worries to be had,
I'd share it with my mum and my dad.

I'd spread the fun, 
And be second to none.

Buy myself a big house,
And get myself a handsome spouse.

Build myself a walk in wardrobe,
And make plans to travel the globe.

Give some to charity,
And enjoy my new found disparity. 

No more complaining about price tags,
I'd buy an abundance of shoes and bags.

All of my possessions will be flaunted,
Especially that car I've always wanted.

As I roll through town, 
All will bow down. 

No more struggles trying to 'get by',
Well I can dream can't I! 

The Power Of An Hour

You used to give up your hobby,
And meet me in the hotel lobby. 
Rent the room by the hour,
A prevailing power. 
Pulled away from your wife,
And into my life.

Now I am in her position,
What a dreadful composition!
I am at home,
Whilst out and about you roam.

Drinking without Thinking

I toss and turn,
Whilst my stomach does churn,
Will I ever learn? 

Bliss to This.

I watch my sister skipping happily toward her man,
"Enjoy it while you can!"
At the moment you may be having a blast,
Trust in me, it will not last. 
A few months of bliss,
Then solitary this.


Love poetry I used to write,
But now all we do is fight.
To be happy again, a simple wish.
But we live on in anguish.
Writing poetry about heartbreak,
But were still together, for goodness sake!
Still together as a whole,
Playing a pointless role.
On and on we drone, 
But I feel so alone. 

A pointless wish,
An eternity of this.

Separation Temptation.

The constant separation,
Leading me into temptation.
By your side I promised to stay,
But you are always away.

Do you even enjoy the company I bring? 
We barely see each other, you don't even ring.

Is this a pointless endeavour,
Because I am doubting forever.  

Slaughtered Heart

My heart aches in pain,
And my eyes begin to water,
Your words in my mind stain,
My affection you swiftly slaughter.
How did I not see your intention?
I should have known from the start,
The little detail you failed to mention.
Stabbed deep into heart.

Communication Frustration --2

I lye awake at night, 
Thinking of you,
When you don't call or write
What is a girl to do? 

Communication Frustration

Staring at my phone,
But it will not ring.
Oh, what a dreadful thing!
Not received a single text,
Growing tiresome and vexed. 
Could it be the signal though? 
Or could you be ignoring me so?
Could you still be sleeping?
Oh, my heart is weeping!
Is this an over-reaction? 
Or could you be losing the attraction?
Either way I want to know, 
Why wont you contact me so?

Morning Warning.

Stomp stomp up the stairs,
You in bed still unawares.
Then in she bursts,
She shouted and cursed.
You'd angered your Mother
"Why can't you be more like you brother!
What time is this to wake?!
Get up for goodness sake!"

Up you sat with a grumble and groan,
"I can't sleep" you did moan.
"My bed is springy and crap,
I can barely nap!
How am I sposed to sleep Mum,
When these springs poking my bum!"

And thus you did declare,
Just how your life was unfair.

So during the day,
Your Mum found a way.
When you arrived home,
A mattress of memory foam
You happily received.
Making your Mother most relieved.

A good nights sleep,
Without the nonsense of sheep.
To awake in the morning,
Unaided by Mothers warning.

But that did not happen, no.
Once again your Mothers foe.
"What is your excuse now?!?
You lazy cow!"

"Well I slept well last night,
But leaving this bed is a losing fight. 
I'm so comfy in here, 
With no springs poking my rear!"

Firstly too tired to leave,
Now the thought you cannot conceive. 

Your Mothers eyes grew sore, 
There really is no cure,
You'll be lazy forever more.

Tuesday, 1 February 2011

To You

This poem is a thank-you to Jingle Poetry,
Your potluck has been the perfect remedy, 
I've let my emotions run raw,
And have never been happier before.
My work I used to hide,
But now I've learnt to take pride. 
I never used to have confidence and such,
 Through your comments and praise I have learnt much.
My confidence and skill can only increase,
I am able to relax as you've given me peace.