The Hampstead Poet
|
![]() |
My Lover'd Wish Me DeadA Poem by The Hampstead PoetAnd in silence we embrace,but in his passion's steada creaking falseness takes its placeMy lover'd wish me dead!He holds up in candlelightA gleaming b.. |
![]() |
I Can't Believe That I Am DamnedA Poem by The Hampstead PoetI can't believe that I am damnedThat I live without loveI can't believe I live a lieand should suffer in silence.How little I know!and yet it seemstha.. |
![]() |
8:11 AMA Poem by The Hampstead Poet8:11 AMThe clocks stopped at that momentAt least, my kindred heartFelt somethingWhen yours stoppedand wouldn't startFor that's when every mortal thing.. |
![]() |
I Want to Write of the Beautiful ThingsA Poem by The Hampstead PoetI spent so long writing about the bad things in lifeThe ugly thingsThe painful thingsAnd I thought that only pain was worth putting into writingThat t.. |
![]() |
The Human ConditionA Poem by The Hampstead PoetOft I have cursed the nature of my bones and of my mindOf pain that wracks both body and my soulAnd curse the human condition, crippling agonyThat com.. |
![]() |
The Day The Beaches RainedA Poem by The Hampstead PoetThe blood did wash the beaches clean of tears and sweat that dayIt washed of us humanity, and each step brought us forthUnto the hell that awaited, up.. |
![]() |
I VowA Poem by The Hampstead PoetMy eyes first graced your innocence when first our world was newAnd nothing came of nothing; you were nothing more to meBut then you spoke and slowly .. |
![]() |
StoneA Poem by The Hampstead PoetPassing strangers, footsteps pounding on the dusty asphaltBrushing off the now and filled with distanceLooking past me, only seeing futures filled wit.. |
![]() |
By The FiresideA Poem by The Hampstead PoetThere is a place; I'll tell you nowFor suffering and fear resideWithin this foggy, wandering worldWhere youth and laughter carefree hideA city far bey.. |
![]() |
Spring RainA Poem by The Hampstead PoetUpon this dry and forlorn earthBlue tears streak crystallineLike voices trailing on the windThey wash upon the soilFigures, broken and rustedIn the bi.. |