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Thanks Little Miss Claire
Little Miss Claires Poetry
Friday, 1 June 2012
Monday, 7 May 2012
Update
Little Miss Claires Poetry is still the place if you want to read my writing and will always be the 1st place for my poems to be posted!Now if you would now like to contact me directly you can email me whether its a question about my writing, your writing or any other general appropriate question. Email me at littlemissclairespoetry@hotmail.com
Thanks
Little Miss Claire
Thanks
Little Miss Claire
Saturday, 28 April 2012
Mistake
Wind Bashes across the cliff face
Drowning out Summers plea to stay
The wind starts to howl the
Sound echoing, shaking the earth deep to its core
Water of a deep wash of blues and greens
Churns and engulfs the lower cliff
White spray rebounds of the rocks.
The cold breeze harshly flys through
My hair and dances across my arms
Goose bumps begin to evolve
Its getting dark and a eerie silence haunts me
A faint sound of summers plea whispers
Across my skin.
Thunder strikes and deafens all my senses
Rain showers on the moist sand on the cliff
Beach grass and daisies are toddling
Across the Cliff
I look down towards the icy water
Below throwing its self to the cliff
Then I look towards the brewing sky
Of darkness and unpredictable woe.
Summers last plea unheard
To the body that plunged to the
Unforgiving water
The bodies cold eyes
Spiralling towards me helplessly
Like it was all a big mistake...
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Friday, 27 January 2012
What goes bump in the night
Have you ever in the middle of the night, been lightly nudged on your foot?
Then a sudden gust of wind with no explanation blows on to your soft face.
Then you feel a cold tingle up your spine
Everything seems cold for a few moments
You reach for your blanket its not there.
You are rather scared now but then you find the blanket on the floor.
You try to reason with your self all these events
But really there is really no explanation.
You’re squeezing your eyes together
Afraid to open your eyes just in case there really is something there.
You think "there can't be anything there I'm just imagining all of this
So to prove myself I’m just imagining this crazy notion I shall open my eyes"
You slightly open one eye everything is dark and blurry
You see some sort of movement
You instantly throw your blanket over your head.
But by morning you have forgotten these events that had no real explanation.
Thursday, 26 January 2012
Glance
Glance
It's a late Sunday afternoon
The light is streaming
Into a wide-windowed room
The light is dancing across it
Hitting the faint yellow walls
Which are lighter than butter
Yet darker than an old country roads dead grass
But before hitting the walls
The light rolls across the cold white marble floors
Every object it hits
Is seemed to be instantly
Sparkled with fairy dust
And is now appears to be magical
It's perfect
You're in a World of your own awe
But then the last touch of light twinkles in to your eye
Everything's gone
The magic's gone
The room has now faded to a dull ordinary room
But that twinkle stays in yourself forever
Yet only to form
One single tear
As you leave the darkened room.
The light is streaming
Into a wide-windowed room
The light is dancing across it
Hitting the faint yellow walls
Which are lighter than butter
Yet darker than an old country roads dead grass
But before hitting the walls
The light rolls across the cold white marble floors
Every object it hits
Is seemed to be instantly
Sparkled with fairy dust
And is now appears to be magical
It's perfect
You're in a World of your own awe
But then the last touch of light twinkles in to your eye
Everything's gone
The magic's gone
The room has now faded to a dull ordinary room
But that twinkle stays in yourself forever
Yet only to form
One single tear
As you leave the darkened room.
Suffer
Its wilting leafs that are golden brown
Every day another petal falls
Another leaf falls to the harsh gravel
So delicate that if you would dare to touch it
It would fall apart like burnt paper
Then remain utterly lifeless as ash on ground
I feel guilty
Watching- watching its dry thin roots
Trying to gather precious water
That doesn't exist
Its stalk slowly drops as the days pass....
Is it my fault?
I wonder, as it lies frail and dead…
I wonder, as it lies frail and dead…
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Think Again....
To every person
There is a dark side
Is for some their dark side
Is even darker....
I tend to walk the back streets
My wispy dark hair
Always seems to cover
My so called innocent eyes
I leap across walls
My clothes getting torn
Along the way
Yet this only when darkness
Falls across the ally ways in which I live
When dawn arrives
There is the perfect child
And no one would ever suspect....
Monday, 19 December 2011
Natural
I'm running
My bare feet
Lightly touching
The soft wet moss
Covered in a dark mix of mud
Oozing between my toes
As I'm running
I know I'm getting closer
The soft drips
Of the waterfall
Echoes through out the creeks path
A step up on to a rock a little spider crawls across my foot
Upon a rock I stand
I reach my hand out
My bare feet
Lightly touching
The soft wet moss
Covered in a dark mix of mud
Oozing between my toes
As I'm running
I know I'm getting closer
The soft drips
Of the waterfall
Echoes through out the creeks path
A step up on to a rock a little spider crawls across my foot
Upon a rock I stand
I reach my hand out
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