Category Archives: Poetry – Of Sorts
The painting – Poetry challenge: Nonet
I Look into the acrylic world A universe full of colour A painted promenade stroll leads me to wondrous things Take me to that place I want to go where the stream ebbs and flows Copyright © 120413 by Karen Payze This poem was written in response to Poet’s corner poetry challenge of the week: …
Be Creative Poetry Group
Just a quickie, promise to do more blogging soon – first post after this one will clue you all in to my extended absence Today I started a new Facebook group called Be Creative Poetry Group. It is a group for people to write poetry and read poetry. I will also try to post current …
Snow
Seeing as it’s really cold at the moment and my brain freeze is having brain freeze, I decided to post some snow pictures. I actually love the snow. there is something about the freshness of everything whitewashed. Even better is how quite it gets. You can actually hear the sounds of the natural world, making …
A love like this
This poem is for my husband with whom I celebrated another year together on the 13th December. I love you xx A love like this is not a fleeting thing ‘Tis a lifelong journey A love like this does not shout out how great it is but whispers to the souls of …
You
Do you Stand up? Are you willing To be counted? Can you take The criticism? Can you face Your opponents? Do you Lead or Follow? Who Are You? Copyright © 111212 by Karen Payze This poem is also published on Poet’s …
Percival
Percival Dust Billows As Horse and Cart Storm along the sandy road The Horse Whinnies The cart’s wheels clink The hay bales BUMP BUMP Bump In the back Percival lazily opens one eye He looks up into the Green foliage Sweeping past Flickering sun catches His emerald green eye He gives it a wink He …
London’s Lights
London’s Lights I’m running wild thru the streets of London Empty, dark, cold streets The lights are off The cars are gone The people have disappeared I’m on my own I’m chilled to the bone The spirits are singing Their ancient song Beckoning me to meet them Where do I go? I …
Passing on the Memories
Passing on the Memories Dirty and forgotten I lie here forlornly No one notices No one cares. They are too busy Busy with their own lives Talking and laughing And walking past me. Then she looks down And looks again She stoops and picks me up I am saved! She smiles …
