Poetry – Page 10 – Parisian Poetry

Greener Grass

In all colours sublime In bold mountains climb.The majesty that I bring Between such fragrant lips I sing;And sing I must just to forget Whatever my heart tells me yet; And scarce feel In case I sink I’m here, I’m real, let me think. By Sam Fawcett

Millington

Yellow poppies in Spring make my heart sing. A falling note;a calling boat, paint chipped in red. Shoreline inked in candyfloss pink On a sea-green bed. Tendrils slink over the mouthpiece of jutting headland. Caves are seen but cannot be explored,in lands so clean and always adored. By s.f.

Hot off the Press

A never-ending bleep of a phoneCrisp packets rustling in the corner of a roomA dry mouth coughing your favourite tuneLaughter hissing like a tortured snake.A feeling haunts your mind on your coffee breakThe squeaking of a chair and creaking floorboard.A thought was once there, now absorbedby the printer’s whirring and constant gurgling. God. This isContinue reading “Hot off the Press”

I’m Searching

I’m searching for the large alternative I’m searching for the feeling The deep elemental grooves; the great spiritual healing I’m searching for right and wrong in all those places Still all I find is song Great minds hold great faces Earth and dust leave traces Burning the flame of ages I’m searching for a signContinue reading “I’m Searching”

A Drum

Your shoes doth drum upon the floorboards Like a heartbeat Echoing inside the wounds of men A drum a drum My love doth come By Mr. S.

youth at a glance

Times they roll and seasons they spin, only for the land to go begging once more. the final piece of the puzzle is found, his work once more shall be done at the close of midnight. he will have what he seeks, almost a century since the last feast. flying in the ether are scurryingContinue reading “youth at a glance”