Chris Poems

Free form poems

MY LOVE

My love needs no name to pin it down, for it is free. My love needs not be spoken of -- dressed in fine words

Ask Yourself

when the dawn comes will I be the same one? don’t look for me

LEFT

Left, crying you left me Your wet handkerchief you left

The Lady and the Serf

The lady looks at the serf in many different ways But never sees him through his working day Thinks only of her shinning knight, and never milk or cow

ODE FOR THE ROAD

With Jack and Moriarty and the spirit of jazz to speed us on the road and underground to howl and sow the freedom seed

Tears And Trains

nervous good byes trumpet and blare

The Arrow

A poem forgotten and remembered from 1991. Written in Hull.

In A Pig's Eye

IN A PIG'S EYE A pig with his master and friend, who feeds him every day A night out together they strolled the pleasent way Arriving at the big...

Hazel

Hazel We stumble on bricks where houses once stood. My mind was a valley my thoughts were on childhood. I’m full of those memories I don’t understand...

Like Hell

Like Hell Like a wolf without his pack Like a child who’s lost Like a bee without a flower Like a stranded sailor Like a single cloud Like a singer...

Atom Billionair

Atom Billionaire On the surface of this planet I wander Within this skin I call myself Yet my endless search is for a creature Who is always someone...