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Alan Wilkinson

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A selection of poetry covering topics including, life, death, the universe and everything else. Whilst this book is clearly aimed at adults a small section including some of the children's poems from the forthcoming book of children's verse are included. The book is a rollercoaster ride, containing some light hearted verse mixed with much darker poetry.

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Seitenzahl: 19

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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poetry

/ˈpəʊɪtri/

noun

noun: poetry; plural noun: poetries

  Contents

1.Love and happiness

2.Life and death

3.Sickness and health

4.Anger, rage and fury

Summer

Lying in the grass,

waiting for nothing,

smouldering beneath the clearest blue,

lying next to you.

Not a word spoken,

a smile shatters the silence,

a joy so strong within,

an ecstatic violence.

The universe surrounds us,

in that moment it lives only for we two,

in solitude we exist,

an endless moment to view.

Endless summers together,

never ending happiness,

a lifetime forever,

an almost perfect distress.

time takes it’s toll,

our bond grows weaker,

as summer becomes autumn,

we drift apart, strangers in winter.

Sons

You're a thief!

You stole from me!

You took it all, you showed no remorse;

I can live with that of course.

You are too young to take responsibility,

as I watch you sleep, I accept what you've done.

Keep all of my heart, my sons.

Love

If I wrote you a poem from my heart,

and gave it to you as we part,

does it mean something to you,

or are my words fleeting?

Do they flow away as if sleeping?

Is there anything within those words that lingers?

Does it give a sensation to remember?

Sand flowing through your fingers.

If I gave you my words in verse,

does that make you understand?

All the silent moments when words failed to be spoken,

I write them now as my heart and mind have been awoken,

I was lost in a turmoil so beautiful and intense,

I'm left alone with my words so troubled, 

Yet my determination is redoubled.

You will hear and feel the words I say,

I think it's exactly what you need this day.

To know the truth to hear it spoken,

Your heart and mind no longer broken,

I should have been bold from the very start,