Thomas Ryan : Writing

Just Alone

Just Alone

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


I was a young boy many years ago, Never understood but felt terrified of love. At some point, I knew I would fall, Helpless to control, it wo..
The Gay Gossip Aisles

The Gay Gossip Aisles

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In Clonmel's heart, where gossip reigns, The gays in thongs forget their chains, With laughter loud and dance so free, In Penny's aisles, a sig..
When I Say Goodbye

When I Say Goodbye

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


The world will end when I say goodbye, When shadows fall and silence sighs. The sun will set in muted gold, As stories cease, left untold. T..
In from the Side

In from the Side

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


Beneath the posts and in the scrum, A love blooms bright, a silent hum. Two young men, their hearts collide, Tech wizards by day, warriors outs..
The Truth Lies within

The Truth Lies within

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In depths unseen, where shadows dance,The truth lies hidden, in a mystic trance.Beneath the surface, where whispers reside,In the depths of the soul, ..
Her Little Rose Died

Her Little Rose Died

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In the garden of her heart, a rose once bloomed,With petals soft, in colors richly hued.She tended to it with love, day and night,Her little rose, a s..
in my favourite Place I feel alone

in my favourite Place I feel alone

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In the solace of my favorite place, I dwell,Where whispers of memories softly swell.Yet amidst the comfort, a void resides,Where loneliness in silent ..
Over the Skies Love will Fly

Over the Skies Love will Fly

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


Over the skies, love will fly,On wings of hope, it reaches high.A journey boundless, bound to soar,Through clouds of dreams, forevermore.In whispers s..
My Pond By the Sea

My Pond By the Sea

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In the quiet shade by the sea's soft roar,Lies my lovely pond, serene and pure.Its waters ripple with a gentle grace,Reflecting the sky in a tranquil ..
The Hospital Curtain

The Hospital Curtain

A Poem by Thomas Ryan


In the hush of sterile halls, where whispers fade,There stands a curtain, silent sentinel, unsawed.Its fabric a shield, a veil of privacy,In realms wh..