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This single black crow
Would like to meet like minded
Worm for dinner date
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2025
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I took it in my palm
A stray that looked familiar
Confused, lost, beaten
It was my silhouette
It had left me a decade by
We had a difference of opinion
And we walked a separate road
I'd often think of him
In passing
In a shop window reflection
In a quiet winter morn
When I was alone
We had been close once
Fought battles in playgrounds
Lay beside me in darker times
When hormones grew
And life was confusing
He held my hand
Whispered the right words
That brought comfort
I missed him
It made me sad
That I could be alone in a crowded room
My wingman somewhere, lost too?
Missing me, maybe, maybe not!
Today though unexpected he returned
Bedraggled, worn at the seams
Just like me, I suppose
That mattered not
Just that he was here
My true friend home
Together once more
We sat for a while
Hugged, traded times
Then drifted, to sleep
And dreamt of tomorrow.
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2025
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I am but a poet.
A rhyming cavalier
Expressing words I'm thinking
Until my mind is clear
Counting all the syllables
The consonants and the nouns
Letting my emotions run freely
Through villages and towns
I am but a poet.
The words that I create
Are written with a passion
So others can relate
They fill the head with magic
Bring laughs and tears alike
Expressing all your feelings
When stood up on an open mic
I am but a poet.
Not Shakespeare, if you please.
Sonnets are not my forte
Odes not my expertise
I am a free thinker
Scribing poems to make you think
Of nature and our planet
Putting my frustrations down in ink
I am but a poet.
With each sentence that I write
Are pieces of my being
My emotions in plain sight
Building up a picture
Where my thoughts are at
Filling empty pages
With every this and that
I am but a poet.
My words float on the air
Flying to its suitor
With each stanza that I share
Bringing a different feeling
To each and every soul
I am but a poet
And rhyming is my goal
©? Andrew Mears 2024
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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Who listens to my shouts in the night?
When my beating heart rises and my breath falls short.
A silhouette seeks passage in a shrouded cloak and my scripts are composed for one.
Who is the creator of my subconscious soliloquy which narrates into an empty room? No encore sought, just a faded thought grasped in the morning light.
Exhausted, my sweat drowns in a cotton wrap, beaten, submission arrives when my eyes meet the sanctuary of dawn.The epilogue is short, the words fall silent when my limbs, now weary, rise from its stage.
Each night, a mare of twisted verbs that weave and turn. This suitor haunted through nocturnal tales where rest is brief and the journey fraught. My torment continues through the lottery of night. Let this one be calm?
REM disorder
Neurological disease
Seeking a cure soon
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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Hi my name is poetry
Not the toughest guy on the street
I am full of mindful phrases
Not the genre you rush to meet
My words are thought provoking
Of metaphors and rhyme
You could grow to like me
If you only had the time
I can bring new meaning
To any subject that you please
A self help journal of discovery
To make you feel at ease
I am the lyrical entertainer
With each stanza that I write
Prompting broad emotions
That are hidden in plain sight
Are you a poetry lover?
Would this genre be your choice
Listening to personal reflections
Expressed through another's voice
Trying to find in poetry
A beautiful work of art?
Whilst staring in the distance
Agonising over a prompt to start
Breaking down the barriers
Saying goodbye to faceless rhymes
Learning from the classics
And update to modern times
Identify the subject matter
A clear message you can portray
Turning your undeveloped thoughts
Into a masterpiece one day
Let poetry be your compass
To steer you on your way
Bringing culture to the masses
In your own individual way
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2025
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Winter morning, darkness clings with angelic might
Its moonlight respendently glows
Guiding wayward travellers safely home
Sunlight, rested, ready, Its brethren orb weary
Hands dutifully the baton
Solar strength summoned, bringing comfort home
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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Sit, now put yourself in neutral, a car is there to drive
So listen very carefully if you want to stay alive
Don't tap out an email or look to check your hair
Or drag a last ciggie or change the station that's on air
Distraction is a killer, so pay attention to the road
Do yourself a favour and follow the highway code.
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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Is a poem not a poem
If it doesn't rhyme
Some would state quite clearly
It is literally a crime
So lets explore, trying not to ignore
The many forms that exist
Some are common, some are rare
And there are some I will have missed
There are haiku's and limericks
Cinquains and triolets
Dizains and sonnets
There are villenelles and paradelles
Sestina's and rondels
Golden shovels and palindromes
There are odes and elergy's
Pastoral and epics
Ballads and acrostic's
There are found and couplet
Calligram and loop
concrete and prose
And many more than those
But what is abundantly clear
And I make it known today
The role of a poem
Is the messages you convey
It has alliteration, communication
Imagery and rules
It has structure and story
Meaning and musical
It has pentameter and line breaks
Synonyms and verse
Length and metaphor
A message to converse
It is a portrate, a story
A lesson on a page
A laugh, a tear
A philosophy for all age
It is couplets and emotion
Consonant and noun
Song lyrics without music
A story that you have found
But is it a poem if it doesn't rhyme?
Hopefully I can make it clear to see
That in this world of chaos
Free verse belongs in poetry
It is not about the rhyming
But the emotion within each verse
The pouring of your feelings
When your at your worst
Its the words that are the meaning
The message that we send
Not wether we search through thesaurus
To make sure the word matches at the end
So write about anything you feel
And im sure you will now agree
That what really matters
Is that we all love poetry!
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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A smile, a fake facade I wheel out each day
It hides behind a scripted rhyme, its words fade
Fumbling, incoherent, searching for a way
Each gentle line, created but never played
Help, allow me to discover, find a way
A purpose, a reason to why I was made
But this performance will repeat and repeat
As my reflection hides, reluctant to meet
For laughter was a distant friend, overused
Each occasion I would request you to call
An invitation sent, politely refused
Now I wonder, was there meaning to it all
As tears escape, I am totally confused
Where you the result of my sudden downfall
Please don't portray me being this hopeless case
Because there is a fake smile upon my face
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2024
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Yesterday took my youth
Each scene scripted
In blood, sweat and years
Laughter lived under the stairs
Only brought out on special occasions.
We would dine and say grace for tomorrow
Yesterday stored my mistakes
Regurgitated memories to drive the future me
To believe that today is possible
My present tense, my now
Though as each word is written
It is now my past
Did that second, that minute, bring to fruit
Teach me anything or was it the musings of a fool
Whose path is drawn in sand
Yesterday, why do you taunt me
As my frame abandons me, my spirit still dances under the snow moon.
A child who dreamt of more, but as life evolved the sand just trickled to air
Regret awaits tomorrow, today was never there! Yesterday took my youth!
Copyright © Andy Mears | Year Posted 2025
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