Spiritual Growth Poem
I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I never dreamt I'd see
A Cottage was built in the midst
Where the ruins of a Chapel used to be
And in front of the Cottage stood a figure
I am mad at my oldest brother
for drinking. I am mad at my older
brother for being egotistical.
'Untitled', a poem written on 21 April 2013
Life gave me a flower;
I wanted a gold ring.
I threw away the flower
now I don’t have anything.
Life gave me an hour
to gaze upon the sun;
I spent my time complaining
'Cardboard', written 8 May 2013 (and finished this morning!)
They say my stuff is often crude
the words I use are fucking rude
they say I use them like a crutch
they say I use them far too much
Life on the inside
On the Mull of Kintyre
I stood atop the steep cliffs
"Could I try on that pretty dress
that's pretty cold, eh ?
not afraid to pay the price
lady from the other side of town
high end skirt flashing
Don't let them have more power than they deserve.
Think, express and believe. Live your way.
I've recently been writing a poem every day. This is today's.
What the hell is this escapist poetry I write?
P K Routray
A mother’s day
regards and respects for mothers to pay
in an organized and grand way
her contribution is remembered, we say.
each time the raindrops fall
your face i will recall
and the tears that trickled when i had to go
but yet i wear a smile
for i'll see you in a while
To be read fast
Near full moon
“A dance perhaps?”
Too late to leave
Don’t think –believe