A Silent Voice

If a verse was written,

A poem in rhyme,

Could it grab a reader's attention?

Would they spend the time?

To take note of the words,

Transcribed to the page,

Of emotions conjured from within deep,

From a person who found it hard to speak,

A silent voice,

With so much to say,

Of love, joy and heartbreak,

Of someone who lost their way,

A voice that is not heard above the crowd,

Of poems and verses that have passed which have not be observed,

Maybe one day,

A verse will touch a reader's nerve,

That poem will relate to where the reader had once been,

A place, a face, that moment in time,

That tear stained scar left from memories left far behind,

 

Actions Speak Louder Then Words

A Fork in the Road

A fork in the road,

No direction foretold,

Which way to go,

Standing waiting for a sign,

A fool on a journey,

No map at hand,

An outcome unknown,

No time to waste

A leap of faith,

Away one goes,

On a journey unknown,

The Garden Shed

Under the arch to the garden shed,

A place to go at the end of the day,

To relax an unwind,

As the day closes to the end,

To reflex on the things that matter to you,

Enjoying the ambiance as the sun goes down,

As the gardens scent is all around,

The Border Wall

A border wall standing tall,

Cascading foliage,

Falling low,

A colourful display,

At the end of the day.

 

 

Red and White

Poppies and Daisies,

Red and White,

Background of green,

A gardener's delight,

Release the Ties That Bind

Release the ties that bind,

Free to fly away,

To take you forward to sanctuary,

Far far away,

Migrating to a different realm,

To start a new,

A new beginning,

In a different way,

To build a base in another place,

A firm foundation to build upon,

Stronger then the one of yesterday, 

Echo's of a Wishing Well

Ripples made from a coin that fell,

The sound from within deep,

Resonates well,

Echoing a wish had been cast,

For an eternity it will last,

For a wish had been heard,