Jenfras' Poetry

Who Cares? Who cares about me? That’s what I want to know Who cares at the end of the day? I struggle alone, with no help or support No one hears what I want to say. The phone never rings, unless it’s for help The postman brings nothing but bills All around me they come, with their troubles and woes... Sign in to see full entry.

The Fly I’m sitting here watching it crawling about, It goes around that way and this. A little black blob, it’s driving me mad, I’d swat it, but know I would miss. It’s been flying around, and buzzing about, Just about all of the day. I’ve opened the windows, even the doors, But the darned thing... Sign in to see full entry.

Hope Dies Hope dies a slow and bitter death As time ticks by so endlessly, Whilst waiting for just one more chance To turn things back to what once was. You know inside t’will never be, But still your stubborn heart Hangs on to every tender smile, Each word that falls from gentle lips. Those hours... Sign in to see full entry.

Is No One There? I reach out a hand, but no one is there I call out my pain, but no one can hear, I cry in the night, but no one can see, You all think I’m fine, no one worries ‘bout me. You ask how I am, I tell you I’m well, You don’t understand – I’m living in hell, My smiling face hides the agony... Sign in to see full entry.

The Beautiful Night The moon rides high over broken cloud Above the silent lake She cannot pierce the dense black shadows That tree and hedging make Light reflects off glassy surface And the air is dank and still There’s a haunted feel about the place As if life has lost its will A nightjar calls,... Sign in to see full entry.

Dreamworld Oh blissful night descend on me, and take me to your valleys deep, where I can romp in autumn leaves, and dance all day in daffodils. Where fairies come to play with me, and show me wonders, all for free. Purple skies and peppermint trees, tangerine grass and scarlet seas. Where I ride... Sign in to see full entry.

They Say I Can Write They say I can write, perhaps they are right, But I haven’t seen signs of it yet. I sit with a page, get into a rage, For it seems the words I can’t get! I know what to say, but can’t find the way Of making up things that will rhyme. So I sit here for hours, my blood pressure... Sign in to see full entry.