Phoebe Carter
Soul Poet & Creative Writer
Phoebe Carter
Soul Poet & Creative Writer
Soul Poet & Creative Writer
Soul Poet & Creative Writer
In my head, I’m done…
Moved from living reality
But reality is stuck in two
And I silently scream
In a heap - can’t describe
Lost on a sea never been sailed
And I’m sad - so sad
drowning in a sorrow so deep
Where do I turn?
In my head, I want you here
But I’m swirling
In this churning hole
Despair is rising
The grief that wasn’t spent
Is chipping
Tapping my shoulder saying
“Hey, I don’t t...
I remember when we realised
That you were the sun
And I was the moon.
It was laid out in writing…
And the sun and the moon met after dusk.
The sun warmed the moon and
The moon beamed a brilliant smile
And the sun’s rays were gleaming.
The sun and moon met many times
And their rays of light intertwined…
Shining in happy smiles.
The sun would kiss the moon goodnight
Then rapidly disappear…
An...
I hated the awkward classroom…
set pieces to study and interpret,
collections of old words;
stuffy and unexciting
I flunked the mock literature exam…
parental payment withheld,
works of the greats untouched;
only language class remained
Roll on many years…
experiences mounted, feelings rose,
language came to the fore…
poetry spilled onto the page
Intermittent waters have passed…
swirling seas ...
Today you
told me
you thought
I should leave…
…Funny…
Did you
harbour that
up your sleeve?
For ages
you’ve said
that
you’ll be going…
Silently
I’ve waited
and there’s
no knowing
‘Cos really…
One moment
you’re blazing
like a
passionate sun…
And next
you’re cold
with a
frozen tongue
One moment
you’re wanting
all
you can get…
And next
you behave
like
you’re on ket
And r...
Can you hear it…
Can you sense it…
Can you feel it?
I’ve sent you whispers across the seas
I’ve sent more than whispers - You know me
And many times, you’ve whispered back
And I’ve caught your breath, and yet I lack
The sweet little nothings in my ears;
Instead long silences and induced tears....
“Thank you very much”… her voice wavered, as the waiter placed a bowlful of soup in front of her.
She savoured the smell… “So good”, she thought.
Mavis looked around at everyone seated; all talking.
Sometime later, the waiter returned to collect her bowl.
“Everything ok, Madam?” he asked
“Yes, thank you”, muttered Mavis, under her fluttering napkin.
The full bowl was removed carefully,
“Oooh… lo...
I’ve always wondered about birds, and how it feels to fly.
The nearest I got to fly was on the end of a rope, attached to a speed boat, with a sail above my head… Parascending in Tunisia; a great experience above the sea and sand… I’ll never forget that feeling.
If I was to be reincarnated, I have often wondered what I would come back as…
Maybe a cat, because they get loved and attended to and t...