Biography of Angela Wybrow
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.
My first collection of work, entitled 'Through My Eyes' is now available, published by United Press at the price of £3.99 plus P&P. If you would like a copy, please contact me via my Facebook page (Angela Wybrow - Writer) .
I have a Facebook page dedicated to my poetry - so please 'Like' me on Facebook!
Angela Wybrow's Works:
Through My Eyes - United Press (2011)
A Magical Menagerie (2012)
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.
My Favourite Things
I love lots of things in life. By many things, I'm cheered. By the time you've read the following list, you may think I'm a bit weird!
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
The Music Festival
The beat of the music goes THUD! THUD! THUD! As revellers dance around, ankle deep, in thick, gooey mud. Bedecked in waterproofs and their designer Wellington boots, The festival goers are all having themselves a right old hoot.
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.
Grey Skies In July
We are now well in to the month of July, But above my head, there's a leaden sky. For days on end, it has constantly rained, And I must say that it's a right old pain.
Spring: New Beginnings
I have always loved the heralding of spring, When the spell of youth is cast upon everything. Gardens everywhere awaken from their sleep, As the sun, from behind the clouds, does peep.
There's a hag by the name of Jenny Greenteeth; Of human life, she is a well-known thief. She waits under the water of the Old Mill Pond, For an unsuspecting victim to happen along.
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.
Staring At The Storm
Dressed in my nightclothes, cosy and warm,
I stand at my window and stare at the storm.
My excited eyes, I can’t tear away
From Mother Nature’s most thrilling display.
The thunder in its fury bangs and crashes –
The lightning in return angrily flashes.
Lightning breaks the night sky in two:
Like a jagged knife, it slices right through.