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.
How I long For your butterfly kisses. And rhythm of our naked dance. Given that moonlight chance
She will never leave you. though she said goodbye. You'll see her
Carnival. Liquid colours In the sun. Music on the run.
Ties that bind us. Survive any storm. Keep us warm Through winter years.
Call me mad as a love crazed moon Beaming to a lonely sea Aching so silently Bleeding since you left me.
When rain dances steps of silver In unseen ballet shoes Hazy sunshine lights the fuse Of waiting Autumn hues.
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
[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
Ocean fill my soul with freedom's scent. Your waves that roll
Optician can you help me see Beyond my nose, beyond the pain Or is it not down to optometry? If love is blind do i need a white cane
Chloe, i hang onto the past Like a chandelier in a darkened room But your hope is in the future As light emerges from the gloom.
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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...