andrew mitchell : Writing

THERE'S ALWAYS TWO CONVERSATIONS GOING ON BUT ONE YOU NEVER HEAR .......UNTIL NOW

THERE'S ALWAYS TWO CONVERSATIONS GOING ON BUT ONE ..

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A comical view of the conversation we have inside us that no one hears from both sexes and in particular to men who are supposed to think with their o..
TOUCHED BY YOUR..........

TOUCHED BY YOUR..........

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Touched by the momentTouched by surpriseTouched by your loveThe ultimate prize.Touched by your heartTouched by your mindTouched by your beautyYou're j..
WHO KILLED MY POEM!

WHO KILLED MY POEM!

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Who killed my poem?Who saw it die?My verses de-materialisedThe imagination left to die." It was me !" Writers block"I killed your poemGiving you all m..
A SOLDIER'S LAST LETTER FROM THE TRENCHES OF WAR

A SOLDIER'S LAST LETTER FROM THE TRENCHES OF WAR

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Its nineteen eighteenThe war is onSoldiers are dyingHere lies their song.Bye bye my PetThe time has comeMy writings finished,This war........I'm done!..
A RACE AGAINST TIME

A RACE AGAINST TIME

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Time is man's measurementA unit of a solar day;And the forests are disappearingDuring the light of the sun's rays.Time forever passingUpon rotation of..
You can't run or hide

You can't run or hide

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Searching for peace within your mindProbably starts with a troubled mind;An uneasiness, you can't run from ....or hide.Trapped in a room, no doors to ..
A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Comparing a loved one's thoughts or a friends for that matter as you get to know them to that of a secret garden.
THE LIFE OF A CANDLE

THE LIFE OF A CANDLE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A take two on my enjoyment being entranced by a candle burning all alone in the dark before I combined the two. i prefer them separate I think.
I SAW AGE

I SAW AGE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


I saw old people the other day;How their bodies looked tired, old and grey.They were young once as I am todayAlmost Like I lived their yesterdays.Now ..
SOME STONES ARE BETTER LEFT UNTURNED

SOME STONES ARE BETTER LEFT UNTURNED

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In ancient times the tiger roamed;Rivers, mountains, valleys he owned.He stalked his prey with strength and claw,And always respected jungle law.In bl..