I'm not going to pretend to be one of these 'modern' poets who go around pretending to be oh-so-emotional and sensitive, as if what they do is just write things by how they feel and what 'comes naturally'. Mozart didn't just rip out a concerto, Picasso didn't just brush off a painting, Shakespeare didn't spew out a sonnet. I don't claim to be particularly emotional or especially sensitive to ... more »
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Declan Cole Poems
The light falls on her derelict face All hopes, no dreams Burstin' apart at the seams, Hopes some day she'll get out of this place
Passages Of Time
The stolen time of days now passed Repaying the debt we owe The birds have finally stopped singing And the flowers no more grow
A while ago we were happy, I loved the way you smiled at me. There's a light in your blood-shot eyes I remember I used to see.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Edgar Allan Poe
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The light falls on her derelict face
All hopes, no dreams
Burstin' apart at the seams,
Hopes some day she'll get out of this place
Won't get rid of the screams
No-one knows what they mean
She'll never escape the past she's haunted by,
'One little kiss, baby, come on lets just give it a try'
The lips so ruby-red
If she don't kiss him then she's dead
And when the lips meet a token tear is shed
He presses down
Her hands, white and cold, are strapped
Oh please, just let her be free.
She hides in the yellowly ...