A message:
Hello there Souper, thanks for calling by.
Just thought I'd stop the roundabout of life and call out "Hi"
This note is short and simple, and it won't cost you a dime
I hope not narcissistic or to steal your precious time?
But I have a favourite poem.
They're like children don't you see?
I have crafted and persisted, and in turn they're good to me..
So I want to shout a little, in a gentle kind if way..
And promote my month's selection, thus.
Indulge me if you may.
So above a link to copy and a guest of mine aswell
'Cos I've read their work and actually, I think it's kinda swell.
Thanks a bunch. Stay happy.
And just bless you if you're not.
Keep the inspiration coming..
Love and stuff
Yours,
Sam Scott x
Categories:
aswell, friendship, inspiration, peace, poems,
Form: Free verse
I took my path, a choice through time,
And time has been my friend,
For years and years, I’ve lightly trod,
On cold and dampened earth.
And earth would lie, whilst I would rise,
My family by my side.
I’ve had the luck, and had the time,
To make my journey worth while.
Blessed is a word, to throw around,
Fortune and luck aswell.
But a choice of path, and choices made,
Have kept me on the ground.
I’ve gambled and won, with opposite paths,
On which I could have taken,
Of course I’m lucky, blessed and all,
But I could have been mistaken.
I’ve lived a stressful, challenging life,
Yet obstacles do not alter,
The path I take, to my final goal,
A goal which won’t be faltered.
To be raised by souls, of a heavenly grade,
To cherish their very existence.
To appreciate everything, which they have done,
For love, for care and forgiveness.
The path I chose, has been so kind,
To enable me to give back.
To the angels who managed to support me through,
The paths of endless dark.
I promise to you, it is my goal,
To care, and prove my love.
I love you all dear, with all my heart,
You were sent to me from above.
Categories:
aswell, blessing, emotions, family, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Why do boys treat women with such disrespect and disregard?
We women are just flowers each alike,
Fragile, agile, soft and dainty. To some atleast.
When we are really bold, bright and beautiful warriors; on a quest to conquer life.
But then again we are just flowers.
Like flowers we are crushed by disrespect and discrimination, we are expected to grow back just as beautiful, and dainty as before.
Some other flowers use their strong roots to conquer yours; just to make their color bolder, and have better shaped petals.
They crave deep magenta color and beautiful ovaler petals, but they pluck at yours like a lovesick school girl.
Aswell as craving beautiful colors they crave to be plucked from a field and put in a vase.
They just don't realize that in a few days, their color will drain, petals will fall and they will shrink into a brown, dry mess to be cleaned up by someone.
I am a flower that has never been picked.
One with four petals, and a faint lilac tint.
I think. Are there other flowers like me?
Categories:
aswell, angst, beautiful, care, feelings,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Now corona is settling down
We need to know how to wear P.P.E
I noticed a patient come into clinic
dressed up like they were having surgery
When you come into the hospital you can wear it to feel safe
But not too much of the doubling up or you will suffocate
I guess it’s worrying from watching the news
But I can tell you from other Dr’s views
Just wash your hands and be aware, and self distance when you can
This corona virus is here for a while
so we all just need a plan
So next time you put on P.P.E
You don’t need it from head to toe
As all the workers at the hospital are wearing masks aswell
The hospital is safe so patients really don’t need to fear
Just step back 2 metres and don’t stand too near
I hope this has helped you all to pass on to your loved ones
Now we can all stay safe and well
Until the virus is gone.
Categories:
aswell, health,
Form: Rhyme
We're given senses to identify
The different things to try
We all have a total of five
The main reasons I use mine
Are my eyes to see
The true extent of your beauty
My ears so I can hear
Your sweet voice when you're near
My nose so I can smell
Mr Rabanne & Mr Jacob aswell
My tongue so I can taste
Your perfume previously praised
My hand so I can touch
Your soft skin I love so much
Without my senses would be a sin
A waste of flesh and skin
If you think of any other way
To use your senses please do say
Categories:
aswell, beauty, for her, i
Form: Rhyme
He used to let me cut. I almost died in hospital and he left for his girlfriend who always came first. If cry so many tears im about to burst.
He tried to get rid of me aswell and my bro. My twin died and I sadly i survived. My mum became pregnant and if she didn’t get rid of it he said he’ll leave. She killed it before it was born it but he left anyway she was torn.
I lost the sibling that could have replaced my dead twin. They say forgive and forget but I’ll never forgive him.
He used to leave my alone when I was suicidal and come back to me bleeding or on the floor and he just chuck money at me and say it will be okay. So here’s a message to the light “im on my way”
I never had a place myself can call home, I have lived my life in the fear of being alone, but no need to feel sympathy for me right now or even ever because I’ve accepted that I’ll feel this way forever.
This isn’t my whole story but ask again and I’ll explain a little more, but you see my cuts were so deep my bones were sore. I remember the time that I was stuck to the floor and I couldn’t move, yes I overdosed, I can tell you death calls my name everyday and that’s the truth.
Categories:
aswell, depression,
Form: ABC
I've been ill with this flu for about a week
Funny how my cough gets worse just as I'm about to sleep
I'm laying in bed with nothing else to do
I may aswell write a poem about being ill with the flu
We all get it at some point in the year no one is immune
You can try to avoid it, but you'll get it soon
It starts off with a snuffy nose, temperature and feeling weak
You'll be lucky if you can go more than a few hours without needing to sneeze
You'll be hot one minute and cold the next
You'll have to take time off work and use it to rest
You can't eat as you don't have an appetite
You'll cough so much your ribs will hurt and you'll have watering eyes
As a man I always have women fell me that man flu isn't real
They just don't understand that men get it worse and take longer to heal
Go to a scientist and they'll tell you that man flu is a real thing
Look at it like a game of chess, the Queen needs to protect the king
I tend to get the flu every year once October hits
Give it another week or so and I'll be over it
Rest and take it easy is all that I can do
I wrote this poem for fun because we all know what it's like to have the flu
Categories:
aswell, fun, funny, hilarious, sick,
Form: Free verse
Do you have any idea how much material your entire being holds?
I'm not talking about the materialistic (of the world) things many have their fingers tightly gripped on second by second... Moreso....
You are one glorious stretch of canvas, rolled out into different sections.
Your mind; a base for all magical flow you could possibly salvage from one place in thought, which lead to the creation station- Your Hands; these then work with the constant attention from your visual display palace- Your Eyes; allowing all things to collide and combine in a beautiful mash of the initial magic that the mind created....
and Your Feet; your mobile assistants that carry you to all the points you need to travel to.
Moment by moment, we are in constant soul rebirth, with this our material is constantly renewed and made clean. Creating a whole new vast space for you to splash your burst of colour and divine spirals of reality upon.
We are all artirsts in some way. In some expression.
The canvas has always been here.... choose to create a master piece!
Categories:
aswell, art, beautiful, color, creation,
Form: Personification
I'm done with the pain you have caused me in my heart
I'm done crying these tears for you since you are not worth my time
I'm done trying with false love to ever be happy with it
I might aswell find an underwater cave to hide in
I am done listening to you tell me every lie in the book
I am done trusting you with my only heart in my chest beating
I may not look like a lovable woman but i really am one
I may not be you're cup of tea but i am someones hot coffee
I will no longer let you into my heart as you have destroyed it
I have never felt any pain like this in a long time
I hate that you made me fall for you just so you could damage my heart
I'm done ever trying to love again for you have ruined me completely.
Categories:
aswell, anxiety, boyfriend, dark, dedication,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
What has this world come to?
That all men are hypocrites
That all men have falsities
That all men hide behind a mask of fake courage
Because they are not brave enough to face their fears
What has this world come to?
That man does wicked and evil things
And the world thinks it to be an act of mercy
That those who are weak get strength
By diminishing the strength of the powerful
That the strong heed the voices of the weak
And give in to deprssin and anxiety
What has this world come to?
Answer me people!
It can not be just me who sees this.
This has to be someone else's worls aswell.
And we must fix it before we drown ourselves
In war and terror
Categories:
aswell, anger, anti bullying, humanity,
Form: Free verse
My attempts at trying to win her back didn't work
I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt
So now I'm at the club drinking and having a flirt
Because my attempts to win her back didn't work
Sometimes when it comes to love, our minds lack wisdom
When it comes to heartbreak, we all act different
It takes time for our mind to let go of the thought, and our heart to forget the idea
Smiling for the world, until I go home to wipe my tears
She wanted something different, I thought I'd Made my mind up too
She acts like she doesn't care, but she still hits my line up too
But She only does it when she's drunk, but I miss her when I'm sober aswell
Love songs and Vodka until I'm over this hell
I'd act like I don't care, but I'd rather be honest with my emotions
I may be hurt now, but my heart won't always be broken
I won't be down for too long, even though my attempts to win her back fell flat
Everytime I ever got knocked down, I always bounced back
My attempts at trying to win her back didn't work
I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt
So now I'm at the club drinking and having a flirt
Because my attempts to win her back didn't
Categories:
aswell, break up, for her,
Form: Free verse
Foreign
So foreign to this place.
There is absolutely no grace.
Just this disgraceful disgrace
Individuals ... so unaware,
Unalert,
So fake.. unbelievable.. unheard
What's this altered trend
Multitudinous of eyes that don't see,
Hearts that feel but deny to live...
...
Where's the ones I belong to?
Ones I will smile to be just next to
Maybe I need a dose of 'normalness'
To accept this mess...
As me and rest are not friends.
It all may aswell be in my hands.
...
No help. One way is to free my 'foreigness'
Categories:
aswell, deep, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
So you either read them or you didn't.
Either way,
I am digressing,
Shot pool with the old family today.
Played damn fine if I say so.
Nobody really cares about how low you are.
They can help take the negative focus away!
That's enough though.
Oh yeah to my CrUß
Well listen you know who you are.
What do I have to spell it out for ya babe?
I'm jobless,
Broke.
You remember those times at work how I would be blunt?
Well I also gotta mention,
That was special to me too.
Listen I know you probably don't care about all that now.
I'm just young, stupid minded, deep into life,
Aswell as well if I said "ynroh"
You'd say,
"So is everyone else!"
Yeah see if I have sex with you it is no ********.
If you're my wife sex is almost always up to you.
Why is this important you ask?!
Because I still don't have kids,
Ok smoking should ease on.
What can I do to make myself more motivated to write?!
Listen ma'am/sir,
You're my ticket to the good life.
Everyone around is different.
Yet everyone I know.
Categories:
aswell, dark, deep, desire, trust,
Form: Verse
I used to have to do that thing you know
Children should be seen and not heard
Know your place your still young
Dont you say a word
Couldn't understand any of this
Yet it became a default of mine
So when danger came wandering
I did not know what to say except Im fine
So scared to speak to anyone
Too busy you always say
Was that man supposed to touch me
Didn't seem quite right that day
Yet everyone around me
Doesnt see my plight
So I pretend it hasn't happened
And when you appear next time
Ill pretend I'm sleeping
And hope you pass on by
Dear Grandad I hope this hurts
As in your grave you rot
For stealing my childhood
For the me time lost- to the me you forgot
Yet I blame them aswell as you
They always knew you were bad
So when I lay blame at your door
I get so very emotional and sad
As everyone of them forgot me
Thought I was ok
Just because I faked a smile
Went out pretending to play
Then I forgot what you did
Till I was of age
Now I have to write it down
As its too painful to say
So if you hear your children
Dont repeat that saying of old
Its wrong and its not valuable
To make your child feel so very cold
Categories:
aswell, abuse, angst, child, child
Form: Rhyme
The wind is strong
The noise is loud
The thunder clapps
Within the clouds.
Rain starts to pour
Hail aswell
The sun will shine again
But not yet i can tell.
The coldness is chilling
Sends shivers through your bones
Nights like these
Who wants to be alone.
2-6-2016
Categories:
aswell, angel, april, art, baby,
Form: ABC
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