Poetry Scrapbook


The following are just a few rough notes I have made. Sometimes I will be lying in bed and a thought pops into my head, after thinking about it it develops into a short poem, and eventually I merge a few thoughts together to create my poems. Please feel free to use some of the ideas you see below. If you have any comments to make please mail them to:
rrew@dmu.ac.uk

Now that it's all over,
And it's come to such an end,
I cannot having been your love,
Now stoop to be your friend.

Why is it love's pleasure,
Can numb your pain and strife,
Yet love's sorrow is quite able,
To last through your whole life?

All the time I loved you,
I thought that love would last,
But sadly I was mistaken,
Now I've confined it to the past.


1