I am 26, happily married since 2005 and have two young children, I live in Carlisle, Cumbria, that's right up in the north of England if you were wondering! I am a aspiring poet, playwright and novelist. I hope anyone viewing my poems will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. If anyone wishes to discuss my poetry or wants advice on their own poems please feel free to ask any ... more »
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J.A McManus Poems
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.
Without your love.
Without your precious love I’d be as empty as a drum You’re my entire world My stars, my moon, my sun.
No one can tell me Nobody knows Where the wind comes from Or where the wind goes
God’s warm breath caresses my naked neck Below a hundred streams softly sing Standing here upon this heavenly place Makes me feel as mighty as a king.
Questions of you.
What are you trying to sell But then just give away? What is it your dreaming of As the night fades to day?
The greatest trick.
If the greatest trick That the devil ever played Was to make the world Believe the lies from his lips
The sky comes alive With so many hues Starbursts of scarlet Or bright neon blues.
Another year gone (a free verse poem.)
Is it just me or does time seem To move faster the older you get? It almost feels like the world is Moving too quickly and I must
The storm (a pallindrome poem.)
Darkness always calling Clouds gathering Winds blowing cold Rains pouring
I used to hate the Christmas rush With endless queues that flow out shop doors Packed with people that push and shout As they run around the crowded stores.
Empires (a free verse poem.)
Empires are like the vast waves Upon a never ending ocean of time They start off humbly before rising Out of the gloom of their origins.
Behind iron bars.
As I peer through these cold iron bars I can see the stars burning so bright Oh yes! They burn so blindingly bright Across the dark blue blanket of night.
Winter (a Lanturne poem.)
.......Frost ....Sparkles ...Over earth .The winter is
The glory of old legends Lies buried in the past The roadside remains unseen Where dark shadows stay cast.
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The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire
Their hands forever stained with innocent blood.
They wander through the dark, abandoned streets
Their faces cloaked from the misery they spread
The little gods, spitting curses like unholy prayers.
You almost feel sorry for the poor little bastards
Afraid of whatever they don’t or can’t understand
Hatred burning in their eyes, consuming like fire.
So vainly and cheaply they love, then toss it aside
Kicking at the bars of society like babies in a ...