Love?

I will sculpt my body
To match your heart’s desire.
I will bring you candles
To set my soul on fire

I will heed your wisdom
To bring you to my knees
I will keep your secrets
And lock them with my keys

I will bathe in snow flakes
To soothe your heated skin
I will stitch your pockets
To keep your dreams within

I will bring you knowledge
To pass off as your own
I will give you children
But I will take your throne

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No, thank you!

These flowered verses have no pull
Upon my heart, they’re over full
Of pallid couplets, twee and dull
Your talk of sunsets makes me ill

I will not be your goddess muse
upon a pillar; swift to bruise
Yourself with Keats, do not confuse.
My life’s my own concern to choose

I care not for your bleeding heart
Your wound for Calliope’s art.
So grow a pair! You useless fart
And from my timeline, please depart.

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If you liked this poem, read Moorland (Betrayed)

Losing it…

No innocent dream
She’s your guilty pleasure
A raw bloody wound
That just won’t heal over

Is she looking at me?
Does she see my soul?
Folding my pages
Humming her melody

Look how she rifles
Through layers of meaning
She’s cooking our books
The lasts an obscene one

Our recipe’s set
Does she watch us simmer?
Does she see my eyes
When your touches linger?

She cuts through the crust
and picks at our filling.
My metaphors mixed,
I’m losing my reason

Is she looking at me?
Does she see me whole?
Humming her melody
Eating my soul.

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Sea witch

The sea, her song is sweet
But she rages,
How she rages.
My love is in retreat,
A cage that stings my fingertips.
Her contrary deceit
But her kisses,
Such soft kisses,
Leave me quite replete,
My mistress runs aground my ship.
I go once more to meet
The rocky shore beneath her feet.
I go to make complete
The perfect storm of my defeat.

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If you liked Sea Witch, read Tell Me…

Broken

Momentum stopped
A slap of shock
My body rocked, and caught
In tightening twists of isolation
Muted, silent, crazed and fighting
My mask falling
Words outpouring
More important, but quite
Lost in blackened mists and freezing fog
Of strangers’ heedless disregard.

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If you liked Broken, read Slot Gap

Reckless

She runs with ghosts and the patience of others
Through fields of regret where the grass cuts her legs
Past razors of guilt, of shrugged off compassion
She leaves muddy trails of blood, tears and sweat.
She holds no secrets, just stories in footprints
The ground when it echoes, beats close to her heart
Salt stings her face as sea spray washes over
A raw, angry wind has tangled her hair.
The taste of adventure will drag her under
She dives straight in with no thought of censure

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Hope – An Old Campaigner

Your hull is torn, your canvas in tatters,
You’ve bartered the last coin for biscuits and rum
The looking glass shows you a care worn expression
But sail out once more, the hard work’s not done.

No turning back, the past is a stranger
The future’s familiar from legends we’ve told
A whisper leads onwards to map out the ocean
So set sail once more, be brave and be bold.

My love will anchor ships in the harbour.
My diligence settles the weather’s extremes
The cold bites my shoulder, but snowflakes won’t settle
So sail out once more and hope for your dreams

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If you liked this poem, read Not putting up with this shit!