Matthew Holloway Poems

There's a ghost in my heart
Saying I won't love no more
Pushed the bolt, turned they key
Fully locked tight that door
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Van Gough was never loved
until after he died
such is the tragedy
of a beautiful mind
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gone those long sun kissed days
of blue skies and drinks in the garden
gone the river walks by flowers and trees
how colourful and pretty it was
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Let the music play
that rhythm and blues
that northern soul
makes me sway my hips
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I have a few lines
barely a verse in honesty
a poem if any believe
all I dream is about poetry
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Well I've never known it
That pitch beautiful scene
like in some old movie
the hero is never one like me
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The sea salt scent
And sound of waves upon the shore
The call of seagulls
Far, far overhead
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A hatred without true reason
Fed my media outlet
Or politicians playing for power
Feeding on the fear
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It's not a case of beauty and the beast
More like beauty is the beast
A breaker of thought, a madness
An unpleasant distraction at times
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