Poem: Somewhere In London

Somewhere in London,
I walk the streets.
I keep my head down,
without an eye to meet.
I hear parts of stories,
and hear fragments of lives.
I watch people stumble,
whilst others cry.
Each to their own,
yet each to the whole.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
I peak open my eyes,
whilst figures rush by.
Nobody stumbles,
but everyone rushes.
Purpose in their step,
beauty around their head.
With lots around to admire,
but where there's smoke there's fire.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
I feel the lights dim,
and watch other out on a whim.
Feel the buzzing of the crowd,
and a deafening sound.
So many people to be listened to,
but so little patience given by you.
Somewhere here in London.

Somewhere in London,
a mother cries for her baby,
a car drives by lazily,
a kind heart acts bravely,
a child acts playfully,
a begger prays 'save me',
and others walk past blindly. 
Somewhere here in London.

Poem: Africa's Dream

I have a dream, that one day you'll see me.
Not look through me,
but truly see me.
Maybe then you will realise that I am
both strong and fragile.

I have a dream,
that one day you'll feel me.
Not carry on hurting me,
but truly feel my pain.
Maybe then you will stop thinking of
ways to destroy my beauty.

I have a dream,
that one day you'll hear me.
Not carry on muffling my cries,
but truly hear my words.

Maybe then you will realise,
that I am the original,
I am the true land of dreams,
that I am Africa.

Poem: Pen To Paper

I was looking through some of my old notebooks which I used to write my poetry in yesterday. A lot I didn't really like but when I came across this I liked it because it explained the conditions in which I write most of my poems. Hope you like it!

Pen to paper in the dark,
Words refusing to settle straight on lines,
Barely aware of the letter being written,
The pen speaks for me.
Adresses my wishes...
and lives from the ink
a life longer than me.

Words are spoken to the ear,
and lost to the air.
Pen to paper lasts forever,
and strengths a language
that isn't lost by breath.

It can be received over and over
read with eyes
and taken in by the heart
No mis-understandings.

This explains why I write to you
rather than speaking to you
so you can see my words over and over.
It is not vaporised into clouds
but entrenched here
from my pen to paper.

Poem: If I Were To Die Today

If I were to die today,
I would like to be able to say:
that I did everything
and left nothing.

I would like to be able to know:
that every memory with you,
was perfect and true.

Maybe if I really tried with all of my heart,
then I could make a brand new start,
so that to make sure that- if I were to die today,
I would have said everything that I wanted to say.

Poem: Searching Still

I wrote this poem after speaking to a very close friend and hearing her insecurities. Then I realised her insecurities were mirrored in the majority of young girls- myself included. So I hope this poem gives girls out there some strength and patience...

Maybe he doesn't love me because I'm ugly,
Not special enough,
He doesn't look into my eyes...
So my eyes must be ugly.
Why can't he love me?
Why can't he want me,
Why am I alone?
Why has he left me?

I feel so broken.
I want to be made whole.
With him, I can be.
I wish he understood that.
I wish his eyes really saw me,
Not just looked at me.

Those are the constant pains of a girl,
A girl searching for love,
Wanting to be held,
Told she's beautiful,
Reminded that she's perfect...
But never finding the Love.
Those are the tales of a girl,
Who searched desperately for one four-lettered word,
But instead of being showered with Love,
She was ambushed with:
Pain.
Hurt.
Hate.

Oh girl, hear my words when I say,
Your beauty is too perfect for him,
A beauty that can shatter a boy's heart is dangerous,
You need a man who's heart is only shaken by your beauty.
You are more special than you can imagine,
There is only one you...
So you're an endangered animal and you need protecting.

But before anyone can love you...
You must love yourself.
Must hold yourself up.
Admire your own beauty.
Appreciate yourself.
Accept your flaws make you who you are.
Because nobody can hurt you once you know that.