A hand that touched my childhood

A hand that touched my childhood

One so warm and tender
Who’s love In all its splendour
Consoling the disconsolate
To a bosom did surrender.

Youth yearning for the succour
Of a healing helping hand
Embracing without question
In a magic wonderland.

Lifting fears with laughter
hand to wipe a tear
Settled by the knowledge
Of your presence drawing near.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Angry farmer

Angry farmer thunders shouts

Murder most fowl
Said the chicken to the fox
With feathers scattered all around
No Cockcrow in the morning
Sly footprints to be found.
Steals back to its hidden den
Past the robin and the wren
Where hungry cubs await
Dribble drool salivate.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

If we had only known

If we’d only known

Yesterday we worried
But tomorrow never came
Our minds were set on problems
On fears without a name.

Time spent looking forward
Regretting what was past
A life that should be happy
Into a shadow cast.

Be joyful for the future
Be open not confined
Live just for the present
Be happy, gracious, kind.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Forward planning

Forward planning

Constant traffic passing by
People rushing, seagulls cry
Tempting tempers, traffic trials
Stretching back miles and miles.

City’s sucking, snarling sounds
Clouding lines of sanity
Exhausting, fuming temperance
Venting plumes profanity.

Concrete towers – pylons high
Reflecting greys reach to the sky
Forward planning gone askew
Should we have a wider view.

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How quickly friendships shred

How quickly friendships shred.

Dropped into a torrent of emotion
On a thunderous wave it drifts
On the surface – chasms – rifts
Trust hurled into abyss.

Silence steals a once held love
Brain clouds closing up above
Time trapped beneath a veil
On words a ship did sail.

Feelings amplified
Bottled up inside
Life twisted on its head
How quickly friendships shred.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

An icon wannabe

An icon wannabe

Happiness is hard to find
In a closed, cluttered mind
Cogs wounded, worried, winding
To a standstill, slowly grinding.

Lost deep within life’s landfill
Groping failing to fulfil
That perfect image that you see
A computer icon wannabe.

Difficult as it may seem
hope within that inward scream
Open up to those around
Relieve that inner mental pound.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

The poison plant

When she discovered the poison plant she knew
As soon as she had signed, the pen dropped from her fingers.
The final draft of her will complete, an act she was not entirely
happy with. her husband had convinced her that it was all for the best.The changes that he suggested seemed strange at the time but she had finally agreed. As soon as she had signed the pen dropped from her fingers. she noticed the poison plant which she had cherished for years had been moved from its usual position it was then that she knew.

You are

You are

An essence of loveliness
Melting my soul
An aromatic arrow
Piercing my heart
A mountain of energy
An invigorating presence
A shoulder to cry on
A stepping stone to life
A smile that consumes
A being with many rooms
Doors always ajar
No matter what the issues are
Even when we’re apart
You light my every day.

Jpoet7.