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Amanda Jan 2021
How quiet is the rolling breath
Of foam upon it’s seeping death
The grey winds taken from the shore
As sand and rock are left no more
For life will not tally beneath the sail
Of crisp white linen, slashed by rusted mail
No more, no more the bell will chime
Upon the passing winds of time
The dead are sailing upon quiet seas
Their hopes are scattered in the breeze
Far from home and far to go
These unquiet souls lie below
Cursed forever, to sail and roam
This Flying Dutchman will hold no home
No port awaits this journey’s end
No harbour sits around the bend
It sails through twilight, night and day
The bow holds its course, the star leads the way
Amanda Dec 2018
Water falls into turquoise lagoons
Where softly dusted butterfly wings
Chastely kiss a blue sky mirror
As the sun admires its reflection
Dressed up in cotton white clouds
Vibrant birds fluff out their feathered costumes
Listening as warm winds pass through talking trees
Hidden in a desert of lush green foliage
Enclosed in a ring of bleach white sand
As deep blue water guards the periphery
Of this last of Eden’s islands
Amanda Jan 2019
Kicking the leaves under the tree
As we laugh out loud with abandoned glee
I can smell the dirt as it fills my nose
And the falling leaves cover my toes
Listening as the forest creaks with dancing beech
And the Oak branches stretch up out of reach
Games played where we each take a turn
At seeking and hiding amongst the fern
The forest is our play pen, we visit each day
It’s the magic kingdom of fantasy
Where stories of our younger years
Can be brought to life without any fears
Knights can battle with shield and blade
And pixies are found in a hidden glade
Dragons fly and giants stomp around
Battles lost and won and kings are crowned
Then the day ends with a sunset dusted in gold
And we are brought back into realities cold
Amanda Dec 2018
I can smell the scent of roses
In my cluttered rooms of memory
And it brings summer into my day
I almost feel the summertime heat
And as the winter frost cuts deep
I just close my eyes and I am in the garden
Listening to the hum of honey bees
As they dip into red flowered nectar
Watching the painted butterflies dance
In a swirling, graceful partner waltz
Lying on freshly cut grassy green
I watch clouds drift across a landscape blue
I want to linger in the warmth
But the winter chill cuts the memory chord
And I snuggle into knitted scarf and coat
But I smile against the frosted chill
Summer is only a memory away
Amanda Oct 2017
Silence settles like a sticky membrane
Across an anxious land
Which holds its breath, as the pressure rises
And wildlife head for cover
Birds silenced as their song is quashed
As static crackles and dark clouds gather
A raging swirl of darkened rain
Held back in a swollen mass
Then the release as the fire explodes
Shooting white hot arrows to the quivering ground
And in answer to the burning torture
The sky screams out a rumbling moan
Which resonates across the hills
Quietening to a murmur across the distance.
But the pregnant clouds have not finished their labour
Another flash of white fire
Sends out white stems across the sky
Like roots from a tree searching for sustenance
But not finding it the sky cries out its agony
As finally the waters break
A heavy wall of droplets head to Earth
And hit the ground like a wave hitting shore
Gurgling streams soon fill to burst
And still the rain falls
Waterfalls are born over grey cragged hills
And still the rain falls
Once placid rivers are now raging rapids
And the sky sighs its relief
Its labour done
A sigh becomes a breeze becomes a wind
And the clouds now drained of rain are carried away
Leaving the land scrubbed clean and new
Surviving to see another day.
Amanda Nov 2018
Silently and slowly the hands turn
Seconds rewind into the long ago
A sun rises in the West, a fiery glow
I can almost feel the heat of the burn
As the orbit stutters into opposite flow

I am counting the rotation roll
As spring falls into winter cold
Then autumn colours as leaves unfold
Going back, searching for a missing soul
It was lost long ago, a sad story to be told

Speeding through the lived out days
Counting back to where you can be
Then finally the day comes into view
And my heart slows the reversing ways
Of Earths flow, and I finally see you

I step into the day, and it’s clear
Like a picture, so perfectly matching memory
Tears blind me to your smile, so I don’t see
You crossing the room, then arms hold me near
Finally, I have reached where I want to be

As I take the keys, that hold all of my fears
The time glass is silent, it waits patiently
For time to repair the change in history
The fateful trip not made, so no widow tears
Seconds click forward, into a new possibility
Amanda Jan 2020
The veil is laid down
I can see inside
You are there
I thought I was lost
In the dark
Where time made me blind
Language was unknown
Deaf in the gloom
Stumbling numb
Crying alone
Behind the veil
Coloured black rain
I thought I was lost
But you are here
I can see you inside
The veil pulled down
Amanda Apr 2019
You
One look
I was consumed
Pulled into quicksand
I was burning
You devoured
Me

I
Gave all
Under heated touch
Dissolving into steam
I touched stars
Tied to
You

We
Crested peaks
with passion glow
How we were
Loving, living, young
Consumed with
Us
Amanda Jan 2020
Summer days are past
The way we were
Lost in dimming days
Of rose scented gardens
Frost has taken the perfume
And taken you with it too
Hard to remember a time
When I did not have your hand
In mine, warm and secure
Hands are now frostbitten
From the untouched chill
Falling snow fills the landscape
A canvas of white, unwritten
Choices ready to write the verse
Of future episodes
In this living book
Amanda Nov 2018
Into the glass I look and see
A figure of half century life
A reflection of an older me
Eyes showing the child I used to be
As they reside amongst a face of crumpled skin
That still has traces of a younger beauty

Wisdom is like the teeth grown over years
And I carry the wounds of choices made
I can’t now regret and shed crocodile tears
I will live with the mistakes, and have no fears
Of retribution when I reach the end
Though they will be no horns or angel cheers

No, I can’t change what is to be
But if I could step through the glass
Take the hand of the younger me
Show her another way, make her see
One mistake can put steps on a road
To life lived lonely, just me, not we.
Amanda Dec 2018
Tinsel tickles the tree
As baubles glitter with glee
Twinkling lights red, green and blue
Give the room a colourful hue
Presents crammed in a pile
Each tied with ribbon gives them style
How many sleeps until Santa shows?
And will Christmas day have winter snows?
Will we hear the Jingle of the sleigh?
As Reindeer visit each house, without delay
The house is filled with laughter and chatter
As relatives visit to eat, drink and pull a *******
Then tummies full they fall to slumber
Each proudly wearing their Christmas jumper
Happy Christmas Everyone **
Amanda Oct 2018
How I yearn for the old days
Grieving the loss of tobacco scent
My grandad carried around
On crisp ironed shirts
As his laughter came quick to mind
And his eyes held memories of a time before
How I miss the feel of his hand in mine
As we walked down familiar streets
His pace unhurried and sure
Feeling safe and secure
Amanda Jun 2019
I want to be rich
Want the wealth abundance
Of all that can be collected
But not paper, or gold, in heavy weight
No cost is paid for what is learned
As a human, living a humane life
Amanda Mar 2019
Kisses trace my lips like paper
They are distant in their touch
And your smile, barely shows
On your face, it says so much

Your words in their normal flow
Say you are here, but I feel you go
Eyes already looking to see the third angle
In this emotional waring tangle

Does she feel the same pull of me
As you leave her, does she see
How the tug of war plays out
When you say I love you, to her, to me

I saw her today in the park
Her toddler in her arms, his hair was dark,
And his eyes were your colour, warm brown
I sank into tears so deep, I could drown

I should cut the chord, let you go
But you have been so long part of my heart flow
It’s no easy break, No easy cut
But I know you love her. Isn’t there’s always a but!

So, a choice is what now faces me
Sharing the heart, you no longer share exclusively
Or let you go to be the father and husband
You can’t be with me.  But, isn't the choice already planned?
Amanda Dec 2018
Heard the news today
It was expected but not
And a voice born to sing
Was brought to quick silence
Thousands will remember the sound
Of the songs and the joy
That your poems put to music can bring
Cliché to say it, but fitting to do
Thank you for your music

May you find peace
As your voice adds to the harmony
Of the sound of heavenly chorus
God bless.
UK Country Singer Gary Perkins lost his fight with cancer 10/12/18
Amanda Jun 2019
I feel the living earth under my feet
Soft mulch between my toes
Luxuriant in leafy peat
Its presence vibrates like blows
And my heart picks up the beat
Life is thriving above and abiding below
This bustling ecosystem two-way street
Amanda Jun 2018
Under a pale damaged moon
A ghost takes to flight
On soft white feather wing
It glides amongst stripped bare wood
As soft as a whisper
It plunges into the undergrowth
And a small thrumming heart is stilled
With deadly strike
Then quiet as a sigh the ghost drifts away
With its silent passenger
Hungry mouths are waiting
Amanda Nov 2019
At the end of day, on the edge of night
The evening star sends out its light
In it's wondrous state, it rules the sky
The clouds dog its path, as the winds drop a sigh
To see your beauty, oh Venus, you are
To the world a far planet, but to me a bright star
Wrote this when I was twelve, Amazed i can remember it !!
Amanda Nov 2019
Looking across the purple plain
Swallowing scents of violets
They fill my soul, lift my brain

My grandfather’s smile takes my hand
Leading me into an unknown land

Fear drips away like poison from a vein
I can breathe in the future possibilities
He is showing me. I can live again

Mistakes are like a pointed stick
You can’t escape as they **** and *****

You tell yourself that school is out
Hard to relearn a new life skill
Fighting against the smothering doubt

But my grandfather is my steadfast critic
My moral compass, my super heroic

His calming tone speaks quiet and clear
Don’t dwell on the past, its gone and done
The future awaits, so be brave, don’t fear

He died on a Tuesday, the sky was a heavy grey
My tears never dried, so it rains each day

But I can still smell the purple of the violets,
His garden was filled with the delicate blooms
Times spent talking, watching golden dusted sunsets

And if I could choose the scent of heaven and floral plume
Then it will be clouds of purple and a violet perfume
Amanda Sep 2018
Balancing on a fragile wire
So high above me
Looking down on the pain
As I try to stop the fall
I know is coming
Tears, not mine, flood the plain

Focus, one step at a time
Sleep a forgotten language
As I walk in dreams
And figures in shaded form
Visit my days
Where nothing is at seems

Walking the tightrope
Silently amongst the loss
Breathing the air
Of a life planned absent
Of your voice
I can no longer share

I walk the wire
Waiting for the freefall
Into sedated black
So I can dive into oceans
Of saline dreams
And bring you back
Amanda Mar 2019
How heavy, do we stroll across the world
Solid stone, are our footsteps
As we breathe, our heartbeats counting down
Until, we float away like weighted smoke
And our footprints are all that remain
Amanda Oct 2018
Let me sail on a western wind
When my time on Earth is ended
Let me breathe the salted froth
As the path of my life is wended
No more scents of summer rose
Will I take into my breast
No more smell of Autumn leaves
When trees prepare for rest
I will no longer feel a summer rain
As it falls on flowered fields
I’ll no longer hear the rumble of thunder
And the power that lightning welds
So when all my life is done
Let me close my eyes and rest
Let me dream in loving slumber
As I sail warm seas, into the west.
Amanda Dec 2017
Emptying thoughts of a hectic day
I slip into silent slumber
Casting off the worries as I lay
Amongst the realm of dreams, as they gather.
Softy, softly they lead me away

Down into the realm of dark and light
Where dreams are forged
On an anvil of fire and candle bright
They float into a star filled sky
Finally released they take to flight

I am bird. A wave upon the sea.
I can cross continents or worlds
In the blink of an eye. I can be
Anything. I am the song of a whale
I am the life root of a tree.

I am floating, falling, a snowflake
Glittering in a dazzling sun
Then flying swiftly over a glass frozen lake
That is shattered by a growing sound
And into dawns light the alarm pulls me. I awake.

But long to dream.
Amanda Aug 2018
Laying on a bed of sand
Soft as feather downing
You take hold of my hand
I am floating, drowning
Feeling the blue salt fill me
Your breath kisses my eye
Taking me down to see
Where the turtles fly
Amongst rainbow coral
And fish, timid and shy
Hide amongst a skeletons hull

Gossamer clouds waft over
Driven by a sun tanned breeze
As we lay, cocooned in our ardour
Surrounded by quiet seas
I can feel the blue salt fill me
As your breath kisses my eye
And it’s taking me down to see
Where the turtles fly
Amongst the rainbow coral
And see the fish so shy
Hiding in a shipwrecked hull
Amanda Mar 2018
Obesssion
A lonely existence
I want to share
With you

Torturous
Longing for that moment
When I can be
With you

Wicked
How can you turn away
See who I am
Without you

Agony
My heart rips in two
I can’t ever be
Without you

Loathing
This need I have for you
I hate, I love
You, you.
Amanda Apr 2018
How sharp the frost
That falls on the summer rose
As an unnatural winter
Covers a hot June land
And honey bees search for what is lost
In a place where nothing now grows
As tears fall as acid, for here we were.
A billion grains of sand.
Amanda Jun 2019
Words form on the tongue,
But they fall from your lips unspoken
Like winter rain
They crystalize pain
My burning heart feels the chill, it’s done
A tear says farewell to a love turned frozen
Amanda Mar 2019
Words
Liquid flow
Of sentences versed
Emotional and expressive view
When diplomacy fails
Anger draws
Swords
Amanda Oct 2017
If you had chance to change a word
That was spoken in anger or hate
Would you?
If you had chance to go back in time
And change a historic date
Should you?

What if the word was invasion
Given in a speech of war
Should you?
What if the date was August nineteen thirty nine
And a fifty-year old man made hate a law.
Would you?

What if that word could be erased
And a war never begun
Would you?
What if that man could be taught to love, not hate
So that all that came to be, could be undone
Should you?

What if there is a man of power and celebrity.
Who beguiles with speeches of such truth, sincerely spoken
Should You
But power gained the speeches change to anger and mistrust
And hate and fear once again threaten a world being broken.
Would you?

I Would
I Should
Too Late.
Amanda Mar 2019
I saw the clouds cry
Water fell like heavy heartbreak

I want to tell you a lie
I want to forgive and forsake
All that was between us
Too late, it’s too late
You can’t see me, I am faceless
I can yell, scream, berate

But you are boxed in silence
Deaf to my voice,
I scream into your silent absence

Wrecked, I wasn’t given the choice
To be without you.
Amanda Mar 2019
Sequential flows of soft fluid yellow
Fill my hours of mind, restful mellow
Blank verse of limpid conversation
Fall silently into meditation
Electric nerves warm to a heated sun
And spark up against the pulsing electron
Sophoric I live in a world of blue shaded glow
It fills my mind and calms my soul
For I am to be lost in the yellow.
See me leave, Here I go.

— The End —