House in the Hills

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creative, faith, House innthe Hills, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

There is a house

In the hills

Where my true love

Does lie.

Among the ferns

Shadow kissed

Her brown hair falls

In waves.

 

And as my eyes

Weep to the skies

I wait each day

For her dew to fall

Upon me.

 

Beneath the trees

In the glade

Her presence glides

In swathes.

From the peaks

Her love soars

On angel wings

I below.

 

And as my eyes

Weep to the skies

I wait each day

For her dew to fall

Upon me.

 

There is a house

In the hills

Where my true love

Does lie.

Among the ferns

Shadow kissed

Her brown hair falls

In waves.

 

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Points of Wonder

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creative, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Shapes of angels

Dance behind your eyes

Like constellations in the night,

Points of wonder

Promises wrapped in cloud

Offer up such sweet delight,

Dreams that live quiet

Come alive for me

Reveal themselves in coloured strokes,

Soul-salving hues

Which burst with meaning

Deep beneath my well-worn cloak,

A song that sings

Life into this heart

Which beats with purpose all for you,

A love that breathes

With your body’s sway

And makes each day for me brand new.

Pearl

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Our kisses melt

Like summer toffee

Rich and sweet upon

Our petal lips

Which trace lines of love

Beneath our floating feet

As words slip slowly

Like silent snowflakes

From our honeycomb mouths

And you, the pearl within the shell

That is our life

Iridescent, a lustrous light

That pulls a glow from

Deep within

And I, the coral at your side

That watches you

With eyes of fascination

Constant and true

Basking in the wonder

Of you.

Stand or Fall

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creative, Creative writing, faith, inspiration, poems, poetry, Resilience, verse, writing

You stand or fall

On who you are

And who you were before

The fingers of another

Wrapped themselves

Around your soul.

You stand or fall

In independence

And all you want to be

Without the need of shoulders

Whose payment

Asks too much.

You stand or fall

In no-one’s dreams

But those you dream yourself

And rise to shine above the ones

Who cannot see

That you

Will always stand.

 

Honest

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creative, Honest, inspiration, Life, Love, poems, poetry, verse, writing

And when they made love

The birds fell silent

On the bough

And hung their heads in shame,

And dawn was just a

Wish upon the lips

Of others

Slow-time moving limbs,

And hands and fingers

Dance ethereal

On cloud swept

Melodies unwritten,

All reason lost to

Emotions more real

Than sounded

Words that die in cold light,

And when they made love

The ground did shiver

Temples fall

Beneath something more honest.

Summer’s Kiss

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Summer had never shone

As bright

Burned into my flesh

Like a passionate stare:

A disease from which

I desired

No release

But simply to bathe

Like the naked newborn

In the visceral glow

The fluid heat

Of a face born

Elemental

Un-scripted and pure

Hanging both unseen

And omnipresent

The life-blood stream

Sourced from another

To feed my veins

And breath inside

A Summer’s kiss

To linger on the lip

 

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2017

I Knew You Better

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Creative writing, inspiration, Memories, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Truth, verse, writing

I knew you better then

When days were younger and

Every door was open,

When the roads that we ran down

Were soaked with morning rain

But led to other roads,

And every virgin corner

Gave rise to something new

Something that we could hold,

Or lose inside our hearts

And evening’s journey home

Never crossed our minds,

I knew you better then

When every alleyway

Was dressed in blossom’s cloak,

When crimson veins ran rich

And pulsed with love unknown

Like corridors of hope,

When fear’s unshaven head

Stayed hidden far from sight

And never crossed our path,

And complacency of age

Swept over by time’s hand

Cast us in a shallow shell.

Two Worlds

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age, creative, Depression, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Truth, verse, writing

There are two worlds

Inside my head;

One worn weary

Through the spinning

Of millennia

Gyrating ceaseless

And out of control;

The other,

New born as you stepped

Into my view,

Sings with the sweetest

Of melodies

A tune that no Earthly hand

Could pen,

Sets spark to the tinder

That lay for time unending

Dormant like poppy seeds

Awaiting the stirring

Of my soil-soul,

Now alive

And an ancient Sun

Rises with my smile,

A joy that cannot be

Extinguished or defeated,

A joy that brings new meaning

To every moment

Each stretching sinew

Each fleeting thought,

A joy that my deepest words

Could not come close to speaking,

So I shall breathe

My other world

A world in which

To be.

 

Open Your Eyes

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creative, Insecurity, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Self-doubt, verse, writing

I stand and watch you push

Needles into your eyes

I know my hollow words

Will never reach your ears,

You whisper mournful sighs

That your life counts for naught

Your face is like a shroud

And no-one knows your name,

But she is standing near

Her breath is just for you

And when she wakes each day

It’s you who gives her hope,

And she remembers days

Lost locked behind your eyes

When living just for you

Fulfilled her every need.

Rhythm and Rhyme

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Crrative, hope, inspiration, Love, poems, poetry, Rhyme, Rhythm, verse, writing

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

If you’ve got the motion

I’ve got the time,

If you’ve got the down beat

I’ll write the line,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.

If you’ve got the passion

I’ve got the doubt,

If you start a fire

I’ll put it out,

If you’ve got the vision

I’ll make it shout,

So break out the matches

And see who’s about.

If you’ve got the spirit

I’ve got the soul,

If you take the wheel

I’ve got control,

If you take the fast lane

I’ll pay the toll,

So throw me the pieces

And I’ll make the whole.

If you’ve got the ocean

I’ll stir the tide,

If you own the centre

I’ll hug the sides,

If you’ve got desire

I’ll be the bride,

So kick-start your engine

And I’ll pick the ride.

If you’ve got the notion

I’ll help it grow,

If yours is the calling

I’ll take the flow,

If you’ve got the movement

I’ll take it slow,

So beat out your rhythm

And I’ll hum it low.

If you’ve got the rhythm

I’ve got the rhyme,

So lay down the feeling

And I’ll make it mine.