I'm Alex, 19. I write a lot.
Is one thing among many
That I hope you’ll learn from
The poems I write
For when I compose because I find
I’ve missed my chance again,
It can be hard to comprehend
Just what I’ve done about it
An example, is, I feel, needed
So listen well to this
I’ll do what I can to explain myself
And shed some much needed light
When I say my heart is torn
It is a curious thing
I full no pot with poets tears
Nor write flowing lines of prose
Yet still I feel with simple words
You can hear my distant echo
Please spare a though for another young man
Who’s gambled and lost again.
Dreamscapes filled with springs first flower
Wither before the dawn
And whilst I promised no hyperbolic fairwell,
Tis the only end I can see.
The skies are full of swallows
The fields of swaying corn
Beasts of the wood hide in their hollows
Awaiting the oncoming dawn
Golden light enflames the air
As the sun sinks down to sea
The moon arises, cold and fair
To gift it’s beams to me.
They all dance, enraptured, pure
Through the violet panorama
Whilst whisps of cloud, calm, demure
Beguile the watching farmer
And all across this great expanse
The bird song lilts the evening
Nature’s perfect, simple manse
With all it’s hidden meaning.
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Two years huh. How time flies.
Cheers followers, old and new, for spending your no doubt incredibly valuable time in my little corner of the internet. Here’s to all the poetry, prose and random shit to come.