Poetry and Creative Writing for All

Patrick Mullen

Hi my name is Paddy, I am married with two children whom with my wife are my life. I have been writing poetry on and off now for about ten years. I work for a builder, but I have done various jobs in my time. I write poetry to make myself and other people feel better. I have been published before and it has driven me on to w rite more and more.

The Nature of Life

Frozen droplets of rain,
the winter blows so cold,
in to this life were born,
our fates are all foretold.

Blindness but an instant,
greed to take our fill.
The struggle within a headache,
pay money to take a pill.

Within these winds of life,
the ghosts of past look on.
Watching an ever searching,
for the good that we do wrong.

Holding hands so tightly,
the love that binds to hearts,
and driven by the wind,
can never take it apart.

Death is but a beauty,
your body just a host.
The spirit that lives within,
will soon give up its ghost.

Wandering through the never,
infinity holds the light,
our souls live on forever,
burning through the night.

Cast a shadow on ground,
the flicker in an eye,
the nature of life withholds,
secret eternity will never lie.

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What Remains of this Life

Black rain, the winters pour,
golden sunset, to the eyes adore.
Windless chill caress weakened bones,
as trees sway, with pains and moans.

Droplets of water, ice cold shiver,
from the dark skies above, the clouds deliver.
New grass so green, from pastures new,
this tired old feeling, hidden from view.

Weary hands, caress a gentle face,
an old memory stirs, in this sacred place.
Moments have come, but soon they pass,
as rivers of tears, form oceans of glass.

from crying eyes, emotions are weak,
no kiss and tell, to the future we seek.
The end of old era's only fragments remain,
our past is a myth, and our futures to gain.

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Flowers

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A Place in Heaven

Is there a place in heaven, for a weak and mortal man,
where angels fold there wings, were life it all began.
In this moral mind of mine, iv sinned and sinned again,
let the lord be my light, and guide me at the end.
Holding on to hope, tears they fall from eyes,
In my life iv done what's right, try to be helpful and wise.
So now at the hour of my death, i embrace the gift with joy,
take me as I am o lord, take me as a boy.

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