Hannah Barham

Rookie (Winchester)

Hannah Barham Poems

1. The Circle Of His Love 9/30/2009
2. What Is Love? 9/30/2009
3. Untitled 9/30/2009
4. Untitled 2 9/30/2009
5. The Day... 9/30/2009
6. Wolf, The 11/5/2009
7. You Know... 11/7/2009
8. And Once Again My Dreams Take Flight 1/16/2010
9. Myriad Grains Of Hurt 4/27/2010
10. I Never Wanted To Make You Cry 4/27/2010
11. Liar 4/27/2010
12. Borrowed Happiness On Borrowed Time 5/11/2010
13. I Try 8/12/2010
14. 1976 11/1/2010
15. Untitled 3 11/16/2010
16. There Is A Certainty To Death 11/16/2010
17. If You Knew 11/16/2010
18. Untitled 4 11/29/2010
19. 24 1/10/2011
20. Understanding 1/26/2011
21. Spring #2 2/12/2011
22. The Things You Ruined 2/13/2011
23. Two Words 2/13/2011
24. Craving 10/31/2012
25. This Is My Life 10/31/2012
26. Morning 10/31/2012
27. My Love 9/12/2010
28. Dead To You 9/12/2010
29. Stranded 9/12/2010
30. Way I Live As Me, The 9/12/2010
31. You 2/24/2014
32. Imprint 10/26/2010
33. For Ben (Written On A Till Receipt) 10/31/2012
34. Night Falls Over Winchester - The View From St Catherine's Hill 8/12/2010
35. Spring 4/27/2010
36. Tell Me You Love Me 10/1/2009
37. And Death Seems The Only Way Out 11/18/2009
38. Honesty 11/12/2009
39. When I Look Upon The Graves 9/30/2009
40. Love 9/30/2009
Best Poem of Hannah Barham

If I Told You I Love You

If I told you I love you
What would you think?
Would you say you love me too?
Or that we're too young?
Would you hold me to you
And kiss away my fears of rejection?
Would you melt my inhibitions
With gentle touches of love
In places no-one's ever been?
Would you reassure me
Of reciprocation of my love?
Or would you spurn me?
Would you turn away from me?
Would you decide that you don't want
Someone who loves too easily?
Would our two month, three month anniversary
Be the anniversary of the end?
Or would we last?
In a world of make...

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Love

Oh to be
Enamoured with the idea
Of love
To risk the heart upon a fall
And state of mine upon a man.
What fools are we
The gentler folk
To think that we control a man
Because, to us,
To them we are bound
By a heart that breaks
But beats on.

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