Matthew Holloway

Freshman - 832 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Matthew Holloway Poems

1. Mantra 2 5/2/2011
2. A Play In Writing 4/30/2011
3. Beautifully Unrequited 4/30/2011
4. Mantra 1 4/29/2011
5. The Elusion Of Love 5/8/2011
6. The Unwritten Silence 5/8/2011
7. More Than A Look 5/8/2011
8. To The Girl In The Red Overcoat 5/7/2011
9. The Close Of Day 5/10/2011
10. O Night 5/10/2011
11. Unsuccessfully Waiting 5/11/2011
12. Further More From The Poets Desk 5/12/2011
13. On A Dream About You 5/13/2011
14. The Poets Confession 5/15/2011
15. Your Love Became A Terrible Loss 5/14/2011
16. To Love You 4/26/2011
17. Two Minutes Till Showtime 5/19/2011
18. Not A Star Shall Compare 4/24/2011
19. Matchstick Men 5/26/2011
20. To A Friend 5/26/2011
21. A Lovers Verse 5/27/2011
22. A Quiet Heartbreak 5/23/2011
23. Tale From A Rainy Night 5/31/2011
24. From A Letter To A Friend 5/31/2011
25. A Duel For Love 6/2/2011
26. The Old Man 6/2/2011
27. Value Of The Heart 6/2/2011
28. A Last Love Poem 6/3/2011
29. Old Grey Eyes 6/5/2011
30. Thirty Three Years 6/5/2011
31. The Tear In The Heart 6/5/2011
32. A Poem To Remember 6/6/2011
33. The Poison Of Revenge 6/6/2011
34. A Love Shanty 6/6/2011
35. Confession Of A Rose 6/7/2011
36. The Poetry Groupies 6/7/2011
37. Through The Artists Eyes 6/13/2011
38. To Victorious 6/13/2011
39. She Sang A Mariners Song 6/13/2011
40. Bequeathing A Heart 6/12/2011
Best Poem of Matthew Holloway

I Have A Girl

I have a girl
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I have a girl, a good one
a girl who looks after me
a girl with a winning smile
a girl who makes me laugh
a girl who is beautiful
a girl who is kind and strong
I have a girl who ticks boxes
a girl who is something special
a girl who is loving
a girl who has great patience
a girl I'm lucky to know
a girl you'd dream about
I have a girl I'd fight for
a girl who makes me think
a girl who feeds me
a girl I'd write poetry for
I have a girl, a good one
a girl I wouldn't swap for the world

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The Old Fashioned Way

The old fashioned way
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I've tried killing my self
the old fashioned way
laying in the sediment of a bottle
and through well thought out mistakes
taken everything I've achieved and built
and cast it aside like the scrap paper
of a poorly writ near half poem

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