Her Notepad – Poetry by Daphne Tore
A very random collection of poetry, by the very random poet: Daphne Tore
Colours of my life, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
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
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/a-poem-about-the-colours-of-my-life.html
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
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/cold-and-grey-in-the-uk-poem.html
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
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/christmas-thoughts-poem.html
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
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/blue-lights-in-the-mirror-poem.html
The big metal box, a poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
I found a box, under the ground
In a dark hole, with flowers around
The box dark grey, and made of metal
Such a contrast, to the pretty petals
A heavy lock, and some rusty chains
What’s in there, I rack my brains
I reached around, and grabbed the rake
I twisted it round, until chains did break
I lift the box up, but I hurt my knee
The box falls down, its just empty
Things buried, hidden for another day
Have now all vanished, rotten away
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-big-metal-box-poem.html
Being Free To Be Me, an LGBT / Mental health poem
Written by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
I am me,
I will always be me,
nobody I’d rather be than me
I am free,
I don’t need any key,
to be whatever I want to be
They see me,
people always judge me,
I am not what I appear to be
Drink some tea,
or have a chat with me,
think whatever you want about me
Look and see,
most don’t really know me,
so try to really understand me
I will be,
whatever I will be,
doesn’t matter if they accept me
Come with me,
so we can all be free,
to live our lives how we want to be
Just be free,
you are free to just be,
you can be you and I can be me!
http://www.deathprone.co.uk/being-free-to-be-me-poem.html
Her Notepad - Poetry by Daphne Tore 