Whispers of the Sea Anonymous

You are a Beacon and I am a mirror. You brighten the world with your light, yet most see only flames. I show the world as it is, yet most see only themselves. I can never touch the light, though it touches me. You can only ever see the part of me that reflects a part of you.

You may never know the depth of me. I may never feel the heat inside you. Although we are not often seen together.. When we are, the world should see a brighter light. Whispers of the Sea

Poetry - Or So I Would Imagine by C.Hutchcroft

	Or so I would imagine: The limitless toils of a brace Of degenerate angels steeped in ecstasy Coated thick with nascence and bid farewell together In the deserts Charting sand grains Read more...

Poetry - The Day I died By Benjamin Bourne

	I rolled my eyes Said my goodbyes Left her standing on the corner She shouted, wait I never turned I wish I had. Read more...

Poetry - A Message For .. and The Break Up By Nigel Holmes
	Like a magnet, I was, when I first saw you. Like a cactus in the desert, you stood out. I did not know you, but, I was intrigued. Would I get to know you? Would you want to know me? Your fantastic hair, your pretty face, Read more...

Poetry - Men weep more as they grow old, and women less - newspaper headline. By Maurice Fairfield
	Skimming through the daily press Tales of spite and greed oppress Evils great and evils small, A headline caught my idle eye A statement by some talking head Researched and tested, and he said Read more...

Poetry - Balm Aid, Discarded Clothes and The Deepest Scars By MD Tasker

	The deepest scars see no light They live, born from gashes Coalescing to closed eyes Stitch marks like lashes Curving to small smiles Or gnarled and wailing Read more...

Poetry - Lovedrug and Inter-Planetary Cosmic Rider and The Black Hole By Katherine Horrex Age 16
	When love dies the feeling is comparable to the suffering of the bitter sour comedown from the most euphoric of highs: With love's crushing demise Read more...

Poetry - Ode to the Mole By Terry Bugbearer
	I have a love I dare not tell For a small burrowing animal It's not a weasel, stoat or vole but the small, industrious mole. He makes hills out of my lawn to his earthy mounds I am always drawn. Read more...

Poetry - Wanted You To Know By Rhonnie Besonday

	Mommy, I had to talk to you, And tell you some things. I wanted to say I love you, And I have always understood. I know why you did what you did, And how much it has hurt you since. Read more...

Poetry - I'm Sorry Once Again. By Amy, 16
	I'm sorry if I ever made you unhappy I'm sorry that I ever made you cry. I did it all unintentionally. I didn't mean to lie. I'm sorry if you ever thought I wasn't there for you I'm sorry that it took me this long to see Read more...

Poetry - The Reading Will Start Shortly By Patrick Henry
	Catching planes briskly as a smart executive Crossing the globe to arms talks or trade tariffs, I land at many ports to collect ripe pub stories, Or to read poems in suspicious small back rooms. Who are these figures in the gloom who cough or clap? Read more...

Poetry - Voice at the Edge By Patrick Henry
	News reports twenty-four tongues die out each year. Every fifteen days one might say goodbye In its own words, never spoken beyond Scant enclaves; pronounced on its dying day By a handful of landless outcasts In wild tracts of Asia hard to find Read more...

Poetry - Bernard Cribbins - a Disturbing Psychological Study By Kingrat

	Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons He stored them on a glass bottomed boat Bernard Cribbins collected ribbons They were eaten by a man-eating stoat Now some of you may find this rather amusing, but some of these ribbons had been cribbinses family Read more...

Poetry - The Lost Generation By Darren Sant

	A boy steals a car for a thrill An hour later he pops a pill The Internet generation is cyber fucked Life ended with a shotgun loaded and locked McDonalds casually slung from cars Beagle goes missing on Mars Read more...