As a student of creative writing, I take a module in poetry writing. I’m currently working on my second portfolio of work, but I realised that I haven’t really released any work on here for you to read. Some of my favourites I’m unable to put up, because they are currently being considered for an anthology to be released in April, but I have a few that aren’t, that I am still incredibly proud of. These three poems below aren’t following any theme but they reflect different styles of poetry that I am fond of. Stories focusses on relationships and the feelings of new love, University Kitchen focusses on the sounds of words revolving around the washing up situation in university, and The F-Word is an exploration of the overuse of the the swear word. Hopefully you enjoy and please feel free to leave comments or constructive criticisms.
You have a smile to light up a thousand rooms,
But you like the fairy lights to light up mine.
There’s a tenderness in your touch,
Tracing my back
Like a plotline on a page,
Your soft sounds
Our Small kisses,
You cross mountains on chests
And rivers in valleys between thighs,
Following our story until our plotlines
Intertwine like our fingers.
We lay back together on clouds
As the fairy lights turn into stars behind closed lids,
We are blissful,
We are blinded by tender touches;
We are my current favourite story.
The clattering of cutlery on half cleaned plates
Stains like halos linger the undersides of bowls
Whilst water drips
Into empty glasses
Filling them for someone who’s not here yet.
I am lost in a mountain of milk bottles,
Searching through seas of uneaten cereal,
And dangerously stacked plates
To find a teaspoon.
The F-word (Not for the faint hearted)
I fucking hate how much I fucking swear,
Oh for fucks sake…
Fuck doesn’t sound so fucking fun
When you say it all the fucking time
It sounds aggressive
Like you’re fucking around with where
You can put the fucking word.
But you taught me
everything’s so much more fucking fun with fuck
You can say fuck a duck
tell someone to fuck off
Or to fuck you
And you can scream fuck at the top of your lungs
As they fuck you into their bed and then fucking leave you
Because that’s all they fucking wanted.
I hate how much I fucking swear
Because saying fuck reminds me of fucking you and
God was that a fucking mistake.