This small offering of poems, hastily written in bars and on top of the moors, is probably of more therapeutic use to the author than the reader. I’ll let you decide. You may freely copy the poems and use them in electronic or printed publications, but only with the express condition that the line showing my copyright is always included.
ALONE
- Lonely alone,
- Lonely in a crowd,
- The feeling of no escape
- Cannot be allowed.
- The beating music
- Beats not for you,
- But for other hearts
- Whose love is new.
- Alone in the street,
- Lonely in sleep,
- No happiness to come,
- No love to keep.
- Lonely alone,
- Lonely in a crowd,
- The feeling of no escape
- Cannot be allowed.
EDGE
[I have never seriously considered suicide, but I can understand those that do.]
- I stand atop the dizzying edge,
- My life given without pledge.
- I watch the hurrying streets below.
- Does anyone feel or really know?
- If I take that step into the air
- Will anyone notice, anyone care?
DESTINY
- The bright light of dawn,
- Which so filled the room
- Soon turns to gathering gloom
- And the sweetness of life is gone.
LOST LOVE
- How precious your face
- How lovely your eyes
- Your beauty more bright
- As love’s hope dies.
- How precious your hands
- How wondrous your gaze
- Your beauty more bright
- In love’s dying days.
PASSING YEARS
- When I was young, hope,
- But with age, light fades
- A blood-red sun cries
- In saddened glades.
MOVING
- Iron wheels spin me far from home,
- Never to return.
- Now is the time,
- My past to burn.
ONENESS
- The river, atom to atom,
- Is united to the sea.
- And so the Universe flows,
- Endlessly to me.
TIME
- A candle flickers in the gloom,
- The only hope in a darkening room.
- It splutters,
- The wax drips,
- The clock ticks.
A REAL MAN
- A real man has the power to crush
- But tenderly cherishes;
- A real man has the strength to kill
- But instead begins life;
- A real man has the ability to hate
- But only gives endless love.
LIFE
- Voices in halls,
- Pictures on walls,
- I want, he cries
- Death, he dies.
VASTNESS
- Dimensions one to three,
- That’s all we can see
- As for the other eight,
- They may be our fate.
- With our vision so small
- We cannot see it all.
- Trapped in fragility,
- We’re set for eternity.
©Ray White 2006
