My Poetry

My poetry feels pretty unorganised at the moment, but that might be my OCD/because I'm a control freak.
It's in my memory, notebooks, paper, memory sticks, discs, computers...everywhere. If it were all to be put into a book and published at least then I'd know where it all was!
But, a blog is close to that. So I am uploading it to here, so it will not get lost (hopefully!)
I need to, when I have time, go through and write a bit about each poem...what age I was when I wrote it, why I wrote it, if it was published/won any prizes etc. And it all needs to be in the same font, that is bugging me!
Now I am about to start university I don't think I will have much time to sort it out, but new poems I think of will be uploaded to this poetry blog, unless they are too cringey of course!

Winter Fireworks

Diamonds and jewels burst up into the night
Like shooting stars and glitter they shine so bright
Sweeping and swooping, ducking and diving
Dancing, jumping, skipping and hiding
The catherine wheel spins round in a ball
While the audience stand so amazed and tall
They ooh and ahh and scream out so loud
The fireworks can be heard throughout the crowd

People make wishes and hopes on them
The beautiful sparkles they glow like a gem
Bang and bang the fireworks go
The people are astonished by the show 
It’s nearly Christmas, the end of November
Only a few days until the start of December

The crowd are counting down the days
The children transfixed, they stare and gaze
The adults surprised by the twinkly haze
Then when it’s nearly the end of the show
From the sky there is a blizzard of snow
Crispy and fresh and as white as a dove
Their heads swivel up around and above
They watch the snowflakes twirl their way down
Carefully they twist and fall to the ground!

Don't Embarass Me Mum

I think you’d better not go Mum
You’ll just make a fool out of me
You’re better of back at home Mum
Eating biscuits and drinking tea

There’s no way you’re wearing that skirt Mum
It’s a rock concert for goodness sake
We’re not in the eight hundreds Mum
Put on something more up to date

Don’t shake your hips like that Mum
It’s a gig not a school dance
And please don’t mess around Mum
You don’t stand a chance

Now take off that make-up Mum
You look like a panda with a black eye
No Neil Diamond won’t be singing
For the millionth time

Don’t talk all posh and snooty Mum
I’d rather you kept quiet anyway
You can speak in slang if you have to talk
And keep out of my way

Don’t embarrass me in front of my friends Mum
I know you miss being at school
Don’t laugh while I talk and definitely don’t snort
And no that jumpers not cool

It’s a really, really long way Mum
Are you sure don’t need the loo
You said you’re no good with long journeys Mum
I don’t blame you you're eighty two!

Freak In The Night

The table keeps rattling with no single sign

The phone keeps on ringing with no one on the line

The mirror has people staring through it

The light is on with the bulb not lit

The cackle from the window gives only a whine

But the dinner is cooked with no one to dine

A knife lay covered in blood on the floor

20 odd socks filled with ink in the drawer

A message appears on the computer screen

Reading ‘God was the creator of Halloween’

The piano is playing with no one in sight

As two thousand ghosts give humans a fright

The Old Days

You used to watch the stars
Up in the sky
Hope that they’d fly
In the dazzling darkness

You used to hear the music
From the neighbours house
It pounded in your head
And flooded your heart

You used to smile
As we walked in the woods
The snow falling gently
Around us in flakes
It would glitter in the light

You used to be happy

And tell everyone so
But now you’re gone
And where, I don’t know.

Castle

Mystical winds sweep through the piercing air

Hiding among the turrets, silently haunting the magic stone brick walls

Flags waving in the black swirling wind, causing pitch darkness to fall over the castle enchanting it forever

You feel a ghostly hand gently tapping at your shoulder; you turn around, nothing there!

The voice of death hovers above your head.

You hear mysterious wind calling unknown names into the air

You hear far away voices spookily calling back like an owl flying from tree to tree desperate to get away!

Shriek

Shriek as a cry, follows a whine

I place the photo above the heart that is mine

It rips and tears for only an hour

Black bats and owls begin to shower

They patter like rain, give only a howl

As the black dogs and eagles give up a growl

Twisting their brains around the door

A single stone cracks on the floor

I tiptoe across the landing so silent and still

As black magic witches make potions to kill

My imagination can go pretty far

But the sight of a hearse, a death labelled car

It drives carefully and parks on my drive

The men get out barely alive

As they take my entire family away

I believe in ghosts and omens to stay

The crunch of the car as it zooms pretty far

I realise a dream can go pretty far!

Fifteen

Growing up
Yet still young
The blank page of your life ahead
And the memories of what you’ve done

The years you lost

To tears, laughter and school
Wondering why you ever liked that boy
You were such a fool

That first kiss

On a rainy night
As he whispered your name
And you smiled with delight

As you stare at the photographs

Of the friends you once adored
You tear them into pieces
And throw them to the floor

That tall annoying teacher

Who shrieks your name
Short fat Mrs Brown
Who puts your Maths to shame

At fifteen you feel grown up

Sophisticated and old
But really you’re just a baby
With a story half told.

Torture

T orture is wrong and extremely painful

O r punishment for crimes and being shameful

R ed hot irons and scolding flames

T o make you admit to your shame

U nder careful watch so you can’t escape

R elentlessly done to victims of rape

E ver lasting scars in your mind

 

I t makes you wish you weren’t alive

S creaming out loud won’t let you free

 

W hen they lock you away and lose the key

R oaring water flows into your ears

O ver your face, its your biggest fear

N ow your warm tears roll down your face

G et me out of here, away from this place.

I Want To Be

I want to write books
For teenagers to read
Grow an idea
From an egg
From a seed

Get paid to daydream
Get paid to scribble
Let the words flow
From my mouth
Let them dribble

Write many poems
And even some songs
Use my imagination
Then nothing can go wrong

I wish I was a journalist

I Wrote for ‘The Echo’
Summoned up stories
About runaway geckos

Mad random stories
Ones that are true
Give me an idea
I’ll write it for you

I’d love to be a writer

It’s the career I’m gonna take
Let my pen flow
Flood the page like a lake.

Relationships Grow

Relationships grow

And relationships sink

But it’s up to you

What you say

How you think

 

They need constant care

To keep them fair

Water and food

To keep the mood

 

Don’t ignore them

Don’t forget them

Or they’ll die and rot

Keep friends with your friends

They’re all that you’ve got

 

A smile and a grin

Don’t cost anything

Break down the barrier

And let love in

 

Cause the worst kind of thing

That you can let in

Is the kind of hate

That will make you grow thin

 

It’ll rip out your bones

And tear up your heart

Cause all you need is love

Right from the start

Not Fair

This feeling inside

It burns like fire

The deep throbbing pain

That covers my desire

 

My heart has been ripped

Torn into shreds

Covered with blood

And filled with dread

 

I can’t breathe

I’m drowning down under

A flash of light

And a clap of thunder

 

My vision is black

A sea of doubt

I open my mouth

And try to shout

 

But the words don’t come

They’re lost in the air

I’m afraid that is life

It’s really not fair

The Sea

Soft and calm
A sweet lullaby
Fast and ferocious
As seagulls fly by

An ongoing wave
Lapping at the shore
Grains of sand
On the ocean floor

Salty and fresh
It makes you feel alive
Loud and terrifying
As you struggle to survive

You gasp as you fall
Down, deep under
As the waves clap
As loud as thunder

A boat sails past
As you gasp for breath
Then your lungs sink
As you wait for death.

My Favourite Place

Sivota, it’s a gem

A one of a kind

Search the planet

It’s hard to find

A tiny fishing village

In mainland Greece

My Favourite place

Tranquillity and peace

The sun is always shining

The sky is always blue

The Greeks they are friendly

They like to welcome you

Sivota is amazing

My favourite place in the world

Because the sun doesn’t stop shining

It’s a gem, a star, a peal.

Captivating Characters

Dracula is a legend

A strange evil guy

He rips out your heart

With a satisfied sigh

 

The blood trickles down

And he drinks every drop

It dries out your heart

Till it dies with a pop

 

Jonathan Harker

Got trapped in his web

Was held hostage

With only fear and dread

 

Mina Murray, a young innocent girl

Fell in love with Dracula

Like a princess loves a pearl

 

Poor little Lucy

Got a bite in the neck

Then her head was ripped off

And she was a right old wreck

 

Dracula is scary

He killed all those folk

But he is my favourite character

He’s a captivating bloke

Beauty Is

A snowflake pattering in the sky

A robin as it swoops up high

The sound of a mother calling her child

The sight of a hedgehog in the wild

A young baby with its curly soft hair

Money for charity from people that care

A walk in the woods passing by trees

A honey filled hive full of bumblebees

A beautiful red rose with petals like silk

A cow feeding its young some milk

The crisp morning air after a night of rain

The snow gathered on a window pane

Fireworks shooting into the dark

A swarm of children playing in the park

A horse galloping with its shining fur

A cat when it gives its purr

Toddlers muttering their first words

A nest filled with a dozen of baby birds

This is beauty of life itself

Nature and man combined

Everything in every place

Is beautiful you will find!

Livin' Life

Life is for living
It’s a gift we've been given
Don’t waste it
Don’t complain
Don’t judge
Don’t blame

Live it to the full
Cut out the cruel
Ditch the darkness
And don’t let yourself fall

Aim for the sky
Keep flying up high
Don’t drop to the ground
Keep singing that sound

Each day is a miracle
Don’t let yourself be cynical
Believe in yourself
Don’t hide on the shelf

Tidy up your life
Clean up your mind
Then all goodness
And hope you will find.

The Glen

As I sit in my car
I know we will travel far
I stare out of the window
And into the night
The stars they shine so bright
The sun is setting, to go to bed
The moon appearing right over my head
The misty swirling sunset takes place
No daylight, not a peep or a trace
And as the car tumbles down a hill
I lie back in my seat and sit quite still
I hold my breath and count to ten
As I feast my eyes upon the Glen
It’s dipping hills and vast green grass
The car rolls up and down so fast
I turn around and gaze at the sight
The amazing Glen, it stands out so bright
It may be dark and gloomy, and well into the night
But the beautiful Glen gives off so much light.

Music Lullaby

M usic is happy, exciting or sad

U nusual or common it can make you glad

S weeping and twisting through the air

I t magically beats with rhythm and care

C lapping and shouting people cheer

A sweet sound passes through their ear

L ovely melodies haunting the room

 

N o one disturbs it, not a racket or a boom

O n and on the musician plays

T ill the people blink in a haze

E veryone is chanted and lulled to sleep

S ilently they snore, not a groan or a peep

Swift As A Life

Born as a baby

Cute and sweet

“What shall we call him”?

The parents say

The photos go up on the display

Baby is born

Toddler years

Bedtime fears

“Don’t want to go to sleep mummy, monsters in my bed”.

Dad says he will beat the monsters if they scare little Timmy

Life is a whirlwind of fun, happiness, laughter and joy

A bundle of sadness, heartbreak, regret and guilt

Life is silly

Stupid and strange

Just be thankful to be born

Life can be so painful

You want to curl up and end it

But so great you want to live forever

But we don’t

Eighty one is a great age

So Granddad be pleased

You did a lot

Lived a lot

Went to lots of places

Had lots of feelings

A remarkable life

Had kids, a wife

Granddad we love you forever

Ever, ever and ever

We will never forget

The pain will get easier

It already has for me

But now I want to cry

I love you

We love you

Life is like the sky

Now don’t forget this

Make sure you remember it

We love you

Be happy

Not scared

Plane To Spain

"Wake up” my Dad shouts
I jump out of bed
My mind is full of doubts
All cluttering up my head

After a two hour drive

I don’t know how we survived
We took a wrong turn
Off the motorway
We were all happy to arrive
I can gladly say

We got on the plane

I could relax and be sane
We hadn’t missed our flight
We were on the way to delight

Arriving in Spain

Was a bit of a shame
It was cold and had started to rain

Luckily the weather got better

And we enjoyed the holiday
But we all cried on the last day

That Vacation was a winner

One to remember forever
I will never forget it
Not ever

So Spain was a hit

A fire that was lit
It was only ten days
We remember it in a haze

It was fun and exiting

A true holiday
And I loved it
I can happily say!

Growing Old

When the calendar turns to March and the clock turns to morning.
Instead of hearing a cheer I hear a groan.
My Mum has woken up and BAM it has hit her.
She is turning another year older
Forty-Six this year!
I think.
Why doesn’t she cheer?
If I were her I would.
She wishes she was young again.
I say “why don’t you be proud to live to this age, to have experienced and to have seen to have done things with your life, some people don’t live to this age, you are lucky”
She says “no, Vic, you are luckier, you have your whole life to live, to make sure you don’t make any mistakes, you can live without mistakes, I can’t, they are done. I cannot relive them.”
I say “the mistakes are part of you, your mark on the world, you learn from them”.
She just groans.
Live life, don’t wish it back or away.
Life is you.

Summer Season

S mily faces and costumes with laces

U nder the shining sun, people have fun

M erry weather and everyone together

M agical and wonderful, everyone is happy

E very day lasts for so long

R eally early, birds sing their morning song

 

S weet and cheerful everyone is

E very summer minute is such a wizz

A ll the airports buzzing with a new holidaymaker

S oaring off to Greece, Turkey and Jamaica

O range tans everyone wears

N ow Summer has taken everyone’s cares...

Love

Love is hard to explain
It never feels the same
Once you have fallen in love
You are never the same again
Some love others by looks
Some love others by thoughts
Some love others for no reason
And that person ends up distraught
But there really is one kind of love that is the most painful one
And that love is falling in love with an already taken someone
Someone you know, you’ll never marry
Someone you know you’ll never carry
Into your life, as your wife, or groom
And just remember, its not just you
It happens to others too.
Cause love is love and life is life, and together they can be as sharp as a knife.

Love Poem 1

I fly in the sky. With the bird's wings spread up high. The views and people, so smiley and cheerful. But one person stands right out, and sparkles in the moonlight, and that person is you!

Love Poem 2

When a person crawls into our life, hiding the others from view, it really is hard to believe. That single person is you!

L ove makes you blind

O verpowers the mind

V ain and beautiful love is

E very single first kiss!

The Star

There’s a star in the sky
By the edge of the sun
It’s up very high and it’s a billion and one

It sparkles and it gleams

Shines and twirls
Bounces and flies
Sits and curls

It’s a shooting star

On its journey to the Earth
Many many years since the day of its birth

Getting so old

But still very young
That star is the sky
Still a billion and one!

My Mum's Boyfriends

My Mums boyfriends

So many to remember

If I told you them all

I’d be here til next December

There was Tom who was strong

Paul who was cool

Rick was thick

Jack who was tall

My Mums a charmer

Gets a new man everyday

At the moment there is Brad

Whose hair is turning grey

He eats with his mouth open

Steals the TV remote

He won’t last long

So he can’t gloat

There was Dylan I remember

He got dumped in December

Ate a mice pie then he left

I think my Mum dumped him coz he was much too old

And into drink and theft

He was a rebel

He had a motorbike

But he was better than Brad

Whose hobby is to hike

Brad is a bore

He doesn’t half snore

His idea of fun is nagging Mum

So I think she’s picked the date

To clear him of his plate

And make him go marching back home!

Journeys Of Discovery - Greece

If I could go anywhere

In this world, on this globe

I would choose Greece

Without persuasion or a probe

 

It’s tall historic buildings

And it’s dusty sun drenched towns

They wipe away your worries

And suntan away your frowns

 

Gorgeous fresh oceans

Stretching as far as the eye can see

Salty, filled with fish and crabs

That I’ll be eating for my tea

 

The Greeks, they are friendly

They chatter in their foreign accents

“English rose” they call me

I love their compliments

 

Gyros, tzatiki and white fish

Their traditional tasty food

I could eat it all day

It puts me in such a good mood

 

When flying over Greece

The islands, cities and towns

I can’t wait for the plane to swoop

Dive down, down down

 

When you step out of the plane

The heat hits you, scorching, warm, ablaze

“30 degrees”

The thermometer says

 

Olympic games, historic sites

Never tired of being here

If I could choose a place to visit

It’d be Greece, and I would cheer

Teen Struggle

It’s a struggle that transformation
You need the right formulation
Greasy hair, spotty skin
Fretting over what you’re wrapped in
Obsessive eating, disorders and diets
Kids saying “smoking, go on try it”.
You have to be the same as the rest
Your emotions and feelings put to the test
No-one cares about the individual you
Whether you’re happy, excited angry or blue
Being ‘in’ popular and cool
Is what you care about at school!
Not working hard and achieving well
It’s all about whether you’re fat or you smell
Worry each day “what will they think”?
Am I ugly? Do I stink?
Changing looks, changing clothes
Spot on my forehead, bright red nose
Don’t listen to my parents
They don’t know anything
I only care about what I’m wrapped in
That’s what kids think, how they talk

I have loved my parents, before I learnt to walk

I have loved them all my life, thirteen years, and will continue to
I won’t listen to that crowd, I’ll be individual, that’s what I’ll do
I don’t label myself; I’m not a toy in a shop

I don’t think it’s wise to label, no its not

I’m not a Chav, Skater, Goth or Emo
I’m me, myself, Victoria Munro!