A University of Aberdeen graduate with a First in Computer Science. A past in publishing and a passion for writing poetry this seemed like the perfect outlet for getting the quick fix. Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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I saw you in town, Across the street, Walking, obviously, You don’t see me. * Like a ghost, In your life, I walk in your shadow, And you don’t even know. * What I would give, To be visible to you, For you to notice me, And walk for a minute with me.
This poem’s just for you, As I don’t know what else to do, I have tried talking, But I just can’t say, What I want to. * So here is my heart, Written as art, All across this page, As a small snippet, It’s just a start. * For I know what I need to do, I know what I need to tell you, But in a poem it’s easier, And still just as true, I am in love with you.
Have you ever gone to bed, Locked the door, And laid down you head, And had the thought pass right through, That the police may tonight, Visit you? *** Without a knock, With silent step, Entered your house, Found you in your bed, Decided to upholster their gun, And shoot you dead? *** I’ve never had that fear, And why would I, When the racism is clear, My white skin has protected me, But this should not be, Let’s fight for justice for Breonna’s family.
All the words in the world, Will never change, That your life matters! *** Don’t feel threatened that others, Are demanding their lives matter, Lenten and hear them out. *** Some people need reminded, That some lives matter, As they seem to have forgotten. *** So saying black lives matter, Is not saying white doesn’t, It’s reminding those who’ve forgotten. *** Humans are Humans, No matter their skin, Beneath a heart is still beating. *** Please don’t fight, Because someone demands the right, To have heir life matter tonight. *** If you agree all lives matter, You agree black lives matter, And that’s all that matters. *** Remind the racists, That lives are lives, And don’t let them get away with this. *** Your life matters, We all matter, Black lives matter!
Without him in my life, I wouldn’t know how to live. He is my morning, Even if I am not his. He is my last thought, Even though I am not his. But tomorrow will bring, A brand new day, Where I will see him, Think of him, And be one step closer, To that dream kiss.
These words of love, And words of desire, Play soft tunes in my head. Wishing just for a moment, You were mine, Lying next to me in bed. Some things can’t be, And some things will never be, So I keep them locked up, These words of love, And words of desire, Continue to break free from my head.
Would you change for me? As I would change for you. I know it is wrong, For me to want you too, But I love you too much, For you not to love me. But I don’t want you to change for me, So what to do? You don’t love me, The way I am, So I must change for you, With no guarantee you will love me, But is this the right thing to do?
I ____________ take you, To always be, Part of my family. * To love and hold, Through night or day, And always tell you it’s OK. * I give my hand, With this ring, To make promise of one thing. * From this day forth, You will always be, The only one who completes me.
You are 1 in 7.5 Billion, The only one I want to be with day and night, The only one I would give my life, I would forfeit everything for you, I would do what I have to do, Given the way I feel, Given the hope I hold, Would you give the same for me? Would you at least say yes? Days and scenes go by, Nights and dreams of you, So get out of my dreams, Tell me you want to be with me, And hug me all night.
No matter the colour of your skin, The religion you believe in, Your gender sex or who you love, No-one has the right to attack your life. *** PeskyPoetry may be based in the UK, And the PeskyPoet may be a white male, But he lives in an attacked minority being Gay, He stands with you every step of the way. *** Don’t let some orange buffoon take your freedom, Fight for what is right and what you believe in, Stand as one against this injustice, Stand together in this hour. *** Black lives matter, Not just as a gimmick, Not just for an election, Not just for the few, Black Lives are human too. *** Black lives are part of the human family, One big tapestry, You wouldn’t hurt your own family, Would you? *** Sorry for my ramblings, The news today has been saddening, Anger boiled through my veins, And I had to write my feelings. *** PeskyPoetry will go dark tonight, No poems, no posts, this is only right. Black lives matter! I stand with you!
Am I a fool, To feel the way I do, To feel this way for you, My heart is calling out for you. * Was I a fool, To think you could feel this way to, To think you might want me, And that your heart might call for mine. * Well if I’m a fool, Then let it be know, And let it be said, I am a fool in love, And I am a fool just for you.
We’ve all heard of Covidiot, The one that wouldn’t stay, The suggested two meters away. *** Well I give you Covhypocrite, The one who couldn’t stay, Home when they told us to. *** Some people are a stain, On the boxers of politics, And should be lost in the wash. *** But some stains are strong, Like our recent Covhypocrite, And require a long cycle. *** Some Covhypocrites were humble, And fell on their sward, While others just cycle on. *** Not caring for the damage, They have done, Or how it looks to everyone. *** But a Covhypocrite, Is just another form, Of Covidiot.
I sit here in my cell, My bars the popup I get, When I click the status box. The punishment is silence, The accusation of spamming, A crime I did not commit. Some automated bot, Decided my fate, Judge jury and executioner. And my right to appeal? Non existent, Hidden behind a broken feature. So I’ll sit silent, In my Facebook Cell, Staring at my Facebook wall.
If I could write a poem that would make you love me, I would have written it already. If I could write a song that would make you see, How much you really mean to me. If words could only make you feel, The way I feel for you. But songs and poems and words of love, Never mean as much as a hug.
I was only kidding myself, When is was thinking about you, Because don’t you see, Why would someone like you, Be thinking about someone like me. * Our hearts are in the right place, But that’s not together, We could never be, Not while you don’t have feelings, For this lonely wreck that is me. * I have prayed for you, Wished you’d see, How much you, Really mean to me, But this just cannot be. * I love you dear friend, But now I see, I don’t think I can live like this, With feelings for you, While you don’t have feelings for me, * You have been a great friend, But I know what I must do, Thank you for all the good times, Have a good life and please remember, I will always love you.
Funerals are often said, To be when people are laid to rest. An ending to the person’s life, But that doesn’t feel right. *** I have found a funeral to be, Something more akin to a sea. A long outstretched emptiness before you, Another journey to be got through. *** But when all is said and done, And the day has come and gone. It isn’t the end of the person’s life, Just the time to say goodbye. *** In the weeks and months after, The person memories linger onwards. They are not forgotten or no more, They stay with us for evermore.
Given a word, I’ll make it a song. Given a world, I’ll make it a stage. Given a day, I’ll make it a memory. Given a life, I’ll make it amazing . Given a heart, I’ll cherish it forever. Given a dream, I’ll make it a reality. And given your hand, I’ll hold it forever and never let go.
Is it not strange, How we focus on an organ, At the centre of the body. * The pump of life, As the control of love, At the centre of our life. * How we say, Each beat for each other, And our heart in another’s hands.