Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Sarah Hudson

My name is Sarah and I live in Cambridgeshire with my fiance and my cat. I have been writing poetry for just over six years now. I have no formal training, but my life has taken many twists and turns and I find that poetry is the best way to explore my feelings and express myself. My poetry changes daily and I don't necessarily like to restrict myself to strict guidelines as I find this can often detract from the true emotions I am trying to express.

The most important thing for me is to reach at least one other person with my words and give them something to relate to.

I have had several poems published to date.

Tired from fighting all day 

Look of sheer hatred as he walks away;
Seething, but tired from fighting all day.

Lack of understanding of why he has changed,
Who flicked the switch to make him deranged?

He used to be gentle and you were once warm,
But now he's a monster and your heart is torn.

Watching him go now you feel sheer relief,
But your soul is empty, he's stolen your belief;

In human kindness, love, feeling safe,
he's left you in tatters; a lost, lonely waif.

You're wondering if you have the strength to go on,
You know you can't go back to where you came from.

He lured you away from that family life
With dreams of becoming husband and wife.

You curse yourself for going heart over head;
You'd never thought you'd end up nearly dead.

Perhaps if you rang them they would have you back,
But you cannot risk the 'I told you so' flack.

So you'll just live lonely and fend for yourself
Regardless of suffering failing mental health.

Now, a look of satisfaction as he walks away,
No need to endure the fighting all day.

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Here you are, within me

Here you are, within me.
A little human being
Growing inside.
Skin and bone,
Heart and soul.
My eyes and your father's smile.
You move me.
You make me glow.
I can't wait to hold your tiny hand.
You are the best thing
That has ever happened to me.
My little miracle.

Here you are, within me.
A little human being
Growing inside,
But not in my womb.
Just in my heart.
Just in my head.

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Us, together in this universe

Many shades of me and you
Disguising what we have been through

Our hearts pushed from pillar to post
Broken by those we loved the most

We feel such pain where we are now
Try to move on, but don't know how

Truth is we are but minors here
Left to face what we most fear

We just blend into this universe
And try to forget our secret curse

So many others feel pain too
So who should care what we've been through?

But in between this mess we're in
I see your light amongst the dim

It gives me faith to see you smile
If only for a little while

So, though we float with no clear route
I hear your cries, you are no mute

And all I hope is that you too
Are here for me, as I, for you

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Together we shine

Small and insignificant.
Beautiful;
Planets in the night sky.
So close yet so, so far.
We drift past one another,
Oblivious to the awe inspiring light
That each of us radiate.
When our sights finally meet,
Blasts of colour intertwine
Before our very eyes
And our sparkling surroundings
Disappear into the background.
You show me your reds
And I my blues,
Destined to float side by side we glow.
Brightening;
Our insignificance becomes significant
In one another’s existences.
Together;
We shine.

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Gushing

Gushing
Waterfalls flow
To sparkling streams below
Rinsing through the debris of storms
That shook and ripped the luscious earth we know
And washed away the buttercups.
Mother nature renews;
Bright colours sprout,
Gushing.

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When summer ends

When summer ends and the sun sets for another year;
Here, the wind picks up and blows away the glow.
Everybody returns to a daily slog and
No-one feels relaxed anymore.

Sunshine fades, yet warmth sets in, in a different way.
Under canopies of gold and bronze and rust
My eyes are soaked in honey rays;
My feet crunch the ground below, crusty leaves drift;
Elevated by the brisk autumnal breeze.
Rolling in the many colours, children giggle in glee.

Every day seems to grow shorter.
Nights draw in, in preparation for the next seasons harsh
Darkness. We wrap up warm in scarves and gloves and coats in preparation for the
Snow. 

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Submission Guidelines: Poems of no more than 30 lines in length each will be considered.