I now live in Hampshire, UK. I have been writing poetry on and off for many years and really enjoy it. I love writing about a variety of topics and am hoping that there's something for everyone.
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Angela Wybrow Poems
A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake Trying hard to get some sleep; But my brain is totally buzzing, So it's useless counting sheep!
The Missing Sock
This afternoon, I had quite a big shock: I discovered that I have a missing sock! I put my socks inside the washing machine, But now one sock is nowhere to be seen.
Hot Air Balloon
I saw a hot air balloon flying over my house: Most of the time, it was as quiet as a mouse, But, every so often, its burners suddenly roared, And higher, up into the sky, it suddenly soared.
People love to go skating, across the ice; It may be rather chilly, but it’s just so nice. People wrapped up in coats, gloves and scarves, Share each other’s company, and also some laughs.
A Spring Morning
The sky is the shade of cornflower blue; The clouds in the sky, are extremely few. Caught by the sunshine, everything glows. A fresh, cooling breeze, now gently blows.
A new life, for myself, I need to weave. I need some oxygen, so as I can breathe. From these chains, I need to break free; I need the chance just to be totally me.
I find myself yawning again and again, But I can't sleep, which is a real pain. I lie on my left side, then on my right, But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.
This town is becoming like a ghost town; Many of our local shops are closing down. Once upon a time, this town was really hopping, But now people go elsewhere for their shopping.
A Snowy Day
I sense an unfamiliar brightness, and very soon, I'm awake. I go to my window, which is covered with tiny snowflakes. As far as the eye can see, there's a carpet of pure white: It's a magnificent and beautiful, but still rather rare, sight.
The Colours Of My Life
You’ve brightened up my life With colours bold and bright. Black and white and grey, They graced my every day.
A World Without Water
Can you imagine a world without water? It would be a world which is totally altered. Rivers and streams would no longer flow. The oceans' tides wouldn't ebb to and fro.
I take a deep breath and begin to blow, And soon the bubbles begin to flow. From my wand, the bubbles now stream; The sunshine makes the bubbles gleam.
My Feathered Friend
You were my funny, little feathered friend; To your every need, I would always tend. You’d stand under a running tap, trying to catch the drips. In your brightly coloured birdbath, you loved to take a dip.
On a gnarled piece on driftwood, This plump little bird is silently sat. It looks at me, then back at the river; It looks all around, this way and that.
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head. ...