Poem – Page 4 – Her Notepad – Poetry by Daphne Tore

Green, colour of life, so fresh and new
Red, blood flows so deep, deep within you
Blue, how I do feel, life full of doubt
Pink, my flesh so weak, mind so worn out
Black, my mood can be, so full of pain
White, future unknown, random like rain

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Others, Poetry

Poem: Cold and grey in the UK

Posted on 9th Jan 202027th Jan 2020 by Death Prone

Cold and grey in the UK, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Cold and grey, In the UK
Boring view, Skies rarely blue
Went to camp, The tent was damp
Then one day, We went away
Lots of fun, In the hot sun
Happy faces, Exciting places
Sunshine rays, Just seven days
On the plane, Back here again
Cold and grey, In the UK

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Christmas, Poetry

Poem: Christmas Thoughts

Posted on 9th Jan 202027th Jan 2020 by Death Prone

Christmas Thoughts, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Cold winds start to blow,
the windows start to shake
Snow begins to fall,
each perfect little flake
Windows full of light,
the houses seem to glow
Flashing little lights,
reflecting on the snow
Safe and warm inside,
the children try to sleep
Christmas time is near,
will be here in a week

Underneath the tree,
some presents in a pile
Parents always hope,
to make the children smile
Christmas lists so long,
but presents are not free
Did they get it right,
will have to wait and see
Not long left to go,
until that special time
Sharing hot mince pies,
and glasses full of wine

This year try your best,
to be there for someone
Do something that’s nice,
not just because it’s fun
Christmas is a time,
to spread a little joy
Be there for someone,
and not just give some toy
Not some boring gift,
that’s just so you can boast
Give the gift of time,
that’s what they need the most

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Others, Poetry

Poem: Blue Lights In The Mirror

Posted on 9th Jan 202027th Jan 2020 by Death Prone

Blue lights in the mirror, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Speeding down the road,
screeching round the bend.
Along another straight,
nearly at the end.
Music playing loud,
feel the pounding bass.
Driving just for fun,
not to go some place.
Have another drink,
pedal on the floor.
Too fast on the corner,
scratches down the door.
Behind you in the mirror,
blue lights start to flash.
Try to go much faster,
but then there is a crash.
Metal twists around you,
cuts you like a knife.
Then it is all over,
oh what a wasted life