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Charles
R Wyvill
Winner
of our Top 5 Poets of
April 2005 Online
Competition
I am a 25 year old guy, originally from North Uist in
the Western Isles. Presently I reside in Perth with my
girlfriend Ashlee and our 2 rabbits.
My first attempts at creativity involved learning the
basics on the drums and guitar when I was 16 and
writing some very rudimentary lyrics. I then
progressed to creating dance tunes on my computer and
distributing them over the internet. I received some
positive feedback for my efforts, but at the back of
my mind I have always had the urge to put pen to paper
and write something with a little more depth.
About a year ago I took the plunge and penned my first
poem. With a few rewrites and some advice from other
writers on the internet I ended up with something
reasonable. I sent the poem in question to this site
and made it into the top 5 poems for November 2004, which I was very pleased about!
I seem to have a preoccupation with age at the moment.
I have several versions of "Younger by Moonlight". One
which the musician and songwriter Kaley Willow has
composed a beautiful melody for. The writing I enjoy
most is trying to combine poetry with songwriting. I
have loads of single lines and ideas but very few
finished pieces.
Away from writing I enjoy computing, movies and
anything music related. You will often find me on
ebay. I probably should get out more!
The Storm
The roof does creek and I do sigh
A sleepless night before me lies
Sea sprays against my window pane
Wind howls driving fearsome rain.
A crash is heard somewhere outside
The whole house shakes in prompt reply
I raise my sheets climb out from bed
Approach the window full of dread
A savage scene awaits my gaze
I squint to see through waters glaze
The croft lies ravaged, land stripped clean
Where animals grazed on grass of green.
Now I must penetrate the night
To reclaim some of natures bite
Prepared in full to face my foe
Will I return?
You'll never know.
Silver Dreams
My dripping tap of innocence, has left an empty shell.
The dreams that I have cast aside, could fill a wishing well.
Reflections in my mirror, like an unfamiliar page.
Impossible to read, as the letters rearrange.
I feel as if my life is like, a ripple in the ocean.
I'm feeling like an ever fainter echo of my youth.
Age can move so far, without the slightest motion.
Growing old is times eternal truth.
My face is like a canvas, to a brush held by the
years.
The kindness of the artist, will all too soon become clear.
The colours run so quickly, to where only silver dwells.
Another precious coin, to satisfy the hunger of the well.
I feel as if my life is like, a ripple in the ocean.
I'm feeling like an ever fainter echo of my youth.
Age is beginning to feel, like an unwanted promotion.
Growing old is times eternal truth.
The Assassins Conscience
His lifeless body
Extinct of thought
Hopes and dreams
Flowing as a crimson river
Exhausted of breath
Ears fallen death
A single shot
Propelled him from this world
Penetrated his earthly vessel
Tattered soul poured out
Lips silenced
No doubt
Alive
Only in the memories of those he met
Who never knew
And soon forget
Consequence of an unpaid debt
Let the earth devour my regret
All Over
Ignorance consumes the masses
Evolution still, but still time passes
Thought to mind as sand to glass is.
Reflections of constrained solutions
Intolerance or retribution
Which has caused the most pollution?
Remote we are detachment spreads
Remote control controls our heads
This channel has reached watershed.
Mirror image of sole un-rendered
Vision lost and hopes surrendered
Pointless action concluded blood red.
Pictures in the Clouds
I've lived alone for nearly all my days.
The heartache of my past has left me broken.
I wake to see the early dawning rays.
As sunlight's morning call is gently spoken.
I open up my window, to welcome back the day.
The sun casts forth a shadow, where her picture used to stay.
I feel the raindrops falling from up above my head.
But as I look up to the sky I see her face instead.
The hands upon my watch keep spinning round.
But the day appears to wander by so slowly.
I only wish my fate could be re-wound.
So she would have the time to really know me.
I never took the chance to let her see just how I
felt.
I should have risked a gamble with the hand that I was dealt.
When heaven called her back she had to leave so suddenly.
And I was left alone with just a distant memory.
The day erodes like rocks upon the shore.
Soon the light has crumbled into night's ocean.
I wish that I could hold your hand once more.
And drown you with my love and devotion.
The shadows of the night, bring a shiver as they
spread.
The last of daytimes sunlight, has turned from blue to red.
I hear the cold wind blowing, as it rustles through the trees.
And I can see her face pass by, she floats upon the breeze.
Pictures in the clouds won't last for long.
A single breath of wind and they are gone.
They slowly disappear, as the sky begins to clear.
Ready to be born again next dawn.
Her skin was softer than a melting snowflake.
Her lips were as sweet as icing on a cake.
Her hair flowed like a stream, she was almost like a dream.
But someone you could hold while you're awake.
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