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Best Poems Written by Faith Carmichael

Below are the all-time best Faith Carmichael poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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If I sing a song for everyday that I love you 
This everlasting melody would cry the virtues when I’m feeling blue 
I’ll paint a picture, capturing the image of your soul
I’d use every colour on this earth, love would be as black as coal. 

Will I walk until I meet the edges of the crashing sea?
Touch the mermaids land, watch them sleep so peacefully 
I would float forever, but the anchor of my soul would pull me to the floor 
Did I fall in your trap? Or did I pick a heart that has no door?

Id cry until there were no tear left inside of me 
Would you shed one or two? Allowing your emotions to run free
I could listen to your whispers, high above the snow-capped mountain
Or would you hear my thoughts? As I watch my penny sink into the fountain 

I know my sight could follow your gaze all through the day 
You can easily see what my eyes are too frightened to say 
My lips will part whilst receiving what they have so longed after
Your kiss would show what I have missed, the tongue of love and laughter

My hands will hold our love, with the help of your grace 
Your grasp never falters, I’m not found, I’m lost in your space
I’d find your heart, looking no further than my own reflection 
The promises I stand are strong and true, or could this be my own spinning inception?

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The Poem of Everything

With a mass influx of background radiation
Strengthens the idea of a cosmic inflation 
Ten seconds of magic starting with a bang 
Leaves religious hearts with a heavy pang 
What before was that of a mysterious bubble
Was to be unwound by the discovery of Hubble 
That creation is expanding at the speed of light 
Makes the naked eye struggle for a clear sight 
To only that of which our minds can observe 
Which some do believe is shaped in a curve 
Believed before that it was in fact much flatter 
For not in parallel lines can keep this dark matter 
In this space appears to be no electric charge 
Keeping Apollo at bay, and Armstrong at large 
What conditions would allow life of intelligent form?
Or withstand heat or the sweep of a galactic storm
Into the mass amount of scientific speculation 
The idea of which a metric theory of gravitation
Can imply through discovery of Einstein’s Ring 
Even light from a far, will make your eyes sting 
So even now we can see those many stars 
And some assume we could even have life on Mars 
But what about that gaping hole in the Milky Way?
That feeds on the mighty energy and light as its prey 
A region of spacetime where nothing can escape 
Hidden between the stars in its invisible cape
Through event horizon time ticks more slow 
To truly unravel space, that we may never know

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Dinner Date

He’s coming to dinner tonight 
The dining table is quite a sight 
Holly and Heather line the table 
Each place set with a gold trimmed label 
A red table cloth covering the wood 
A reaper waiting at each door stood 
Dressed in white, risen from my chair 
As he enters with a ghoulish stare 
I sit down with a pensive glance 
When will it be when I take my chance?
Could I make him leave his wine? 
 Until the third part of this comedy divine
Infernos grasp tightens ever quicker 
He starts to talk as the candles flicker 
Shifting to the offering of a deal 
Tempts to make it with a seal 
A kiss to insure the blackness beckons 
Paradise will never come, that he reckons 
I smile as he stammers, in enters Michael 
He could have waited until we got to the trifle

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Green Eyes

Emeralds daggers carved out both my eyes 
Leaving me blind, just enough to escape the lies 
‘I wanna be yours’ recites over and over in my mind 
If I looked in yours would it be love I find?

Constant appraisal appears to be your biggest flaw 
You, your vanity and I, entangled in this ménage a tois 
But I cannot describe this feeling when I look at you
A mix of love and hate, the old saying been said to a fair few 

Those eyes melt me as if I was a sugar cube to your coffee 
Your woeful ballads echo through my slumber ever solemnly 
Haunt me in my dreams, awake with the feel of heavy hearted 
Each night I lay there thinking will we finish what we started
My head asks me to leave but my heart protest
That I would pick you above all the rest 
The first glance I knew from the very start 
That it would be you and I, till death do us part

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Saturn's Outer Rim

I sit here at the candlelit table in a silent plead 
Nineteenth century red wine is not what I need 
For I do believe I am beginning to hallucinate
Which means all my senses start to dissipate

I could swear the waiter was in the form of you
All the other guests gave me a familiar view
Each back of their head, the same blonde mop 
My eyes screwed up, still the feeling won’t stop 

I blink twice and look at my poor date 
He must think he’s in for a dire fate 
This crazy woman who now sits before him 
Looking like she belongs on Saturn’s outer rim

He reaches out to give me a worried grasp 
‘Are you alright?’
I respond with a dramatic gasp
I swore for a moment I saw your eyes 
As we now tuck into our shepherd pies 

‘Did I really order this?’ I said 
Was this off the menu I read?

He nodded his head, he looked to the ground
We sat there for 10 whole minutes without a sound 
‘What’s his name, the man that still has your heart?’ 
My lips begin to quiver, but they did not part 

I told myself I would never settle for contentment 
Nor live my life and wallow in my hearts resentment 
But is that what I am doing, tonight at this dinner?
Whilst my patience of my own mind wears thinner 

When all I really want is to be in your warm embrace 
To knock on your door, and see your handsome face
 
That’s what I’ll do! 

Oh god, I do feel rather dreadful for this poor man 
His romantic intentions haven’t quite gone to plan
He’s looking even more confused as I grab my clutch 
I rummage inside, it’s only fair if we go Dutch

‘I’m ever so sorry, but there’s someone I must see’
As I put down some money and begin my flee 
I run past the post office and the corner store 
Through the park I race, finally reaching your door 

I knock three times and wait, my head starts to pound 
What if he’s not in or worse, he has another girl round?
The light in the hallway comes on, my hands start to shake 
I bet she’s beautiful, wouldn't that be the icing on the cake 


The door opens, you greet my with a shocked expression 
I sigh heavily, not knowing how to state my intention 
‘I thought I’d just drop by for a late night chat’ 
That was the worst line ever, my conscience spat 

Oh if I don’t do it now, I might never get the chance!
I grab his shirt and pull him out of his shocked stance 
I press my lips to his and bring him back to our outer rim 
His hands on my back, I feel his mouth curl into a grin

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Saturday Morning

I awake one early morning, mid-December
The window ledge traced with snow 
The curtains are pulled back 
Letting in the light 
I squint and turn over, you’re not there 
Your slippers are gone 

With one eye I look at my phone, 06:43am 
Where could you be? 
The wooden floors creak as I walk down the hall
I’ve taken the duvet with me, 
This cocoon of inquisitive tiredness

Pushing open the living room door 
I find you stood in your red dressing gown 
Blonde hair standing up to its max 
But your eyes alight 
Guitar wrapped around your torso 
Tapping your foot as you sing of love 

I silently waddle over to the couch 
And fall face first on it 
You look round and smile 
I return one with a yawn 
You continue to play 
I drift back to sleep

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Bow and Arrow

On your back, you carry a bow and arrow 
You look at me, your eyes grow narrow 
Frozen, I do not dare move where I am stood 
Those piercing blues, tell me who would?

Ask me how many times before 
I have been rendered glued to the floor 
Raising it to the level of my heart 
Praying this time it won’t rip me apart 

Last time it took me nearly a week 
And two days before I could speak 
Thirty minutes to clean off the stain 
Of the last time I fell in love, oh the pain 

You can’t resist your devilish trips
I keep my eyes fixed on those lustrous lips
I whisper, ‘show me what you’ve got’ 
Your eyebrow raises, this is a surprise I thought 

Lowering the bow, letting the arrow drop to the ground 
You come walking over, my heart starts to pound 
Grabbing my face you give me a long tender kiss 
‘Well’ I say ‘At least this time you wouldn’t miss’

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Coming Home

You’re coming home today, my heart rejoice 
To hear that baron tone and luscious voice 
You’ll coming walking through that door 
I’ll come flying, your bags drop to the floor 
You’ll wrap your arms around my waist 
Your lips will stick to mine like sticky paste 
They’ll reminisce on the times we lost 
 And repay through hours, an unlimited cost 

As I laid upon my moonlight bed 
And skimmed through books I already read
Spread my arms across the white cotton sheets 
A space as far as when the two Pacific’s meets
On the end side table, delphiniums placed in a glass 
Ready for your sunshine, an awaiting storm to pass 
Rainy clouds creeps, an unwelcome invitation 
Boy, let me into that imagination 

Barely can my lips speak your name 
And for you are the only one to blame 
When you’re gone, an everlasting dusk 
The thought of you, provides a permanent lust 
And this spell of love’s despair 
Ripped apart it would compare 
But the end is near of this tragic play
For you my love, are coming home today

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Lighthouse

He lived in the lighthouse next to the crashing sea 
Everyone knew of him, but they’d all leave him be
Down past the cliffs, away from the fishing town
His beauty gone unnoticed, masked by a frown 
He never spoke to anyone, wandered into the marketplace 
Tweed jacket and chords, the collar turned to hide his face
Every Saturday he would linger towards the cake shop
By the window he would wait, caught a glance and would stop 

The town all new why he would stand and stare 
Each time she came out to see him, skin so fair
His handsome furrow could not hide his wandering eye
The look went noticed by all those passers by 
She’d give him a parcel, he’d smile and whisper in her ear 
She appeared confused by him, a look between lust and fear
A small smirk and a quick glance right and left 
She looked away, knew he was to commit a theft  
This was love, or so it seemed. Harmless and sweet
Two lovers sharing a delicious thing when they would meet 

Then the cake shop was not open, shut for the day
Then a man in the pub claimed the girl’s boat was gone from the bay
This went by unnoticed, for shops do often close
Quick to leave, escaping under the gossiping ladies nose  
Everyone knew that she went to see the man 
Subtle in escape, only she knew her predetermined plan 
To that lighthouse no one has been, such a sight
They would ask her when she came to The Drovers that night
She can tell her story for when she finally did come around
But she won’t, as her body was anchored to the oceans ground.

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The Fog

I can no longer see past the trees
They stand solemn in line. 
Their dark outline 
Weeping from the sky.
All I can hear 
Is the faint heartbeat 
Coming from my chest. 
It’s getting faster 
As my breaths 
Become shallower. 
It would appear 
That I am choking 
On the fog.
My lungs can no longer take 
This dense air 
That’s creeping in my mouth 
And filling me. 
I start to run 
Into the forest  
How far can I go in?
Before I’m halfway out 
The fog chases
Until it has consumed
Me.