Bank Holiday Poems

Sharing a couple of short, old poems for the bank holiday. (Written 2013/2014). I rarely write poetry. Over the past six years, I have only written four poems total. I enjoy poetry, and admire those who can write good poems, but stories have always been my thing. These ones are quite nostalgic to me, having been written in my first lecture on the first day of my university degree.

Unheard

My voice is a crack in the wall

I am not seen at all

I am a ghost that wanders invisible

And peers through the gates of a graveyard

My shout is as a leaf flutters on the wind

Fleeting and brief

As is my anger that hits a brick wall

It bounces back and becomes nothing at all.


Silent Musician

I am a silent musician.

I am a guitarist in a queue.

I am a drummer in the library.

I am a rapper on the bus.

I am a choir in a church.

I am a piano on a first date.

I am a trombone in an argument.

I am a harpist at a wedding.

I am a violin at a funeral.

And I am a triangle at home.