Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Carol Reeves

I have written around 50 poems which I hope to publish. However, I would like to share a few on your website. I was impressed with Tony Gardner's and Candice Toby's poems and am inspired to submit a few of my own. My poetry has always been a way of expressing various emotions so it is quite diverse. I hope people will be able to feel a connection whilst they read it.

New Start

I was so hurt, so torn apart by grief,
Fighting back tears I could not weep
As I watched my mother die in pain
Of the nightmare of cancer wasting her away.
I held her hand and stroked her face
Looked into her eyes through a tearful haze.
Spent minutes and hours and days and days
As I watched her slowly slip away
When she died, at first I felt relief
I was numb with shock and disbelief
Which slowly turned to pain and grief
So lost, now my mum had her final sleep.
An empty feeling, I couldn’t eat or sleep,
A physical pain that hurt so deep
Like a part of me had been cut away,
Haunted by her agony every day.
I never thought that I could get through
I felt panic and didn’t know what to do.
I longed to escape from my misery
And have things back how they used to be.
I had to put her out of my mind
Which felt like a betrayal of some kind
I had to get through each day somehow
Without falling apart or breaking down.
My chest felt heavy with unshed tears
Full of anxiety and groundless fears.
With trembling hands and an aching heart
I knew I had to make a brand new start.
I had to put my mum in the past
Though my love for her will always last
She will always be with me in my mind
She was so loving, tender and kind.
I have to forget the pain she went through
And remember all that she could do
With a simple look she could melt my heart
And I know she would be proud of my new start.

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Feline Philosophy

I’ll stare at her with my slanty eyes.
She does not realise as I hypnotise.
She won’t know what’s happening
as I purr.
She is my slave now and in my
power.
I’ll scratch at her door
when she is in bed.
It’s time to get up now.
I want to be fed.
I’ll do her a favour
and sit on her lap.
She won’t want to move then
and I’ll have a nice nap.
If she’s reading the paper,
I know what is best.
I’ll sit in the middle
just as you guessed.
For she exists to worship me.
Let’s get it straight in the hierarchy.
She is a mere human after all,
to be at my mercy
and my beck and call.

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Rugby

Big brawny men with muddy thighs
make me all of a quiver every time.
They grapple and run
and get down in their scrums.
There’s nothing quite like
their big muscley bums.
I don’t know a thing
about the game,
but I love to watch them
in the rain.
All power and glory,
all huge and wet,
sends me all goosely pimply
and all in a sweat.

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The Sea

The sea
You and me
On the shore
Who could want
For more.
The sea
Ocean Wide
Constant Tide
Where creatures hide
In it’s waves
In it’s caves.
The sea
So fathomless
Wondrous
So absolutely
Glorious.
The sea
The rhythm
Rhyming
Shining
Us entwining.
The sea
Exciting
Inviting
Crashing
Thrashing
And like us
Everlasting.

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