Can I take your hand in mine?

13th February 2018 Annie Read 0

Can I make your day as golden as the Summer sky? Can I take your hopes and turn them into reasons why the moon hangs like a beacon, to guide our way and delineates passing […]

Blindness (Poem)

21st January 2018 Annie Read 0

Are you so blind, you cannot see my heart? Worn so plainly on my dishevelled sleeve, Beating out a heartfelt melody, Singing a harmonious love ballad to thee. Are you so blind, you do not […]

No one asks (Poem)

20th January 2018 Annie Read 0

No one asks about whom you write, what turned to darkness from the light, the aching heart, in turmoil found, emotions scattered on the ground, encrusted feelings as jewels set, dreams lost, hopes not yet […]

The Fire Crackles

19th January 2018 Annie Read 0

The fire crackles in the grate and warms my tired face, All the riches in the world are landed in this place. Sorrows hold can take no more, my heart and troubled mind, Tonight it […]

Whisper (Poem)

17th January 2018 Annie Read 0

The wind it whispers softly in his ear, speaking of dreams he often hoped to have, with gentle words it told of images clear, where life would bring him peace & love so true and […]

What defines a friend

16th January 2018 Annie Read 0

What defines a friend.? A word, a touch, a thought conveyed, a place where crying ceases, where joy and laughter can be made. A moments counsel, a guiding hand, with which we seek to share […]

God’s homecoming (Poem)

15th January 2018 Annie Read 0

To know when none else can believe, he will in time, come near and all that once was was nought but dreams, will finally be clear. To feel as only those who can, that love […]

A girl ascends red carpeted stair

14th January 2018 Annie Read 0

  A girl ascends red-carpeted stair and as she wanders, she repeats over and over, ‘Let tonight be silence kept, no battles fought or tears wept’ thus, to bed she goes. Momentary silence ensues, her eyelids close, […]

Summer? (Poem)

13th January 2018 Annie Read 0

As raindrops pitter patter on an old tin roof and leaves bow under the deluge that pounds them. The sky turns grey and shrouds the countryside as the sheep huddle away from the wet that […]

Finest Silken Thread

12th January 2018 Annie Read 0

I want to lie on crisp linen sheets,
embroidered with finest silken thread. I want to smell the fresh clean air,
on sumptuous pillows, beneath my head, to dream of love, sink beneath its folds,
 and to know […]

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