Hi my name is Kevin East. I live in Chesham Bucks England.
I am a precision engineer by trade but my great love is writing poetry.
I love art and music but poetry is my passion.
My hero is John Keats.
I am a romantic and that reflects in my poems.
The experiences depicted in my work are real. Either from my life or people i know.
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Kevin East Poems
As I breathe in a still twilight. Trees silently wait for the kiss of life. The cold fading sunset is serenaded by the Winged choir. Sending the unwritten song.
The Wheel Of Life.
The wheel of life Turns. So you will smile again My friends.
When rain dances steps of silver In unseen ballet shoes Hazy sunshine lights the fuse Of waiting Autumn hues.
She will never leave you. though she said goodbye. You'll see her
Dead bird who will fly no more Yet in vivid dream will glide and soar Dead love, my heart will beat no more Yet my Icarus will still ascend
Call me mad as a love crazed moon Beaming to a lonely sea Aching so silently Bleeding since you left me.
The Aching In My Heart
The aching in my heart Like sweetest kiss of scent From love's bouquet. As I fly into summer sky of blue
How I long For your butterfly kisses. And rhythm of our naked dance. Given that moonlight chance
[Oh Daisy] Dreams To Spare.
Oh Daisy Please don't be blue. The sunshine That I feel from you
Fantasy And Me.
I love my fantasies. Golden ships on purple seas. And feathered flock Of vivid green,
Tulips And Her.
Tulips and her two lips that were meant to be mine. Fallen roses
In the shower Holding you close Kissing you closer. You moonshine eyes burning.
Notes that weep From a violin Keep Cascading
Carnival. Liquid colours In the sun. Music on the run.
Comments about Kevin East
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As I breathe in a still twilight.
Trees silently wait for the kiss of life.
The cold fading sunset is serenaded by the Winged choir.
Sending the unwritten song.
`Tis then my soul gently awakens
And that distant perfume captures my senses
To faintly declare,
It's almost spring.
A church bell rings and Sunday morning answers
A steeple is lit by a sleepy sun.
As an open sky greets the congregation.
A breeze gone, carries the tune
That God lays upon their hearts.
As the fields wait in background patience
To release their colour.
And as I...