The Hampstead Poet : Writing

Upon The Poppy Field

Upon The Poppy Field

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


On Remembrance Day, we honor the veterans and the casualties of war. It is now, more than ever, that we must remember the cost that can never be paid ..
Empty Worlds

Empty Worlds

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Gray, empty shadows cross halls and pour on to the floorsLike so many colourless tears with empty words, unspokenBut you will never hear the pitiful w..
Frozen

Frozen

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


If I had the power to stop the clock's steady, constant handsI would allow no time to pass in this unswayed havenI would keep the fire burning eternal..
Lost On A Wintry Night

Lost On A Wintry Night

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


The molten blackness, laid on my shoulders, caves before me like a tunnelMy weary steps shall find no rest 'til they have found their markAnd grey sha..
Cassandra

Cassandra

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Leaves flutter on their branches like hands reaching outEvery twitch, every effort, desperate motions in painFlailing, crying out, do you hear them, d..
The Curse of Orpheus

The Curse of Orpheus

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Steely gray eyes, malicious, unwavering Noble brow never creasing with doubt Black hooded face, like a ghost, like a phantom But the robes cl..
The End of Time

The End of Time

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


The dark's billowing hearts consume the indigo bright eddiesThe candles are extinguished by the night's grey and rapid tonguesThe flame flickering onw..
The Wraith

The Wraith

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Cold, and harsh, icy rain in my hairMatted with sweat and the dirt and my tearsThe only response to my once fervent prayerThe prayer washed away by th..
The Window Pane

The Window Pane

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


I watched the lighting through that windowpaneForked and thunderous and brightI sat beside the little windowsillAnd slept in my cradle by the window t..
Grief

Grief

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


The pain, it burns my heart and consumes my soulLike red hot iron chains constricting my chestThere is no more air; nothing important existsMy last br..