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!