Ollie's poems

These are poems which were written by my 16 year old son Ollie. He is going through a tough time at present. This Christmas his present to his family was his special writing book with his poems in it. I wanted to share some of them, because his words are beautiful.

Little Raven

Little raven Touch your feet On something solid My nightly treat Little beat, Follow home When everything Is said and done Little one I’ve become Black and broken Another stolen.

Another

Another empty packet Blowing in the wind Another filthy racket Another rabbit skinned Another golden locket On a stiffened neck Another hand in pocket Another weeping wreck

Maybe

Sitting on the public grass Talking happily Although my words are sparse Everyone knows I can't speak properly Maybe That's why I'm the last asked to leave The last asked for by name Maybe

In My Little Playground

It all ticks away In my little playground There are some beautiful spots Beneath the tall dark mountains Between the dirty box houses Rainbows turn to grey In my little playground

Fade to Fashion

As night shades From blackest blue To bluest black The feeling fades To something true They won’t come back As I trade My sordid fear The numb detracts And I wait For it to happen
Cherry

Get Me a Drink

We float cold between sea and sky Talking politics with men who had their destinies sold He looks at me and I start to cry I’m no Peter Pan, But I sure as hell ain’t getting old.