Biography of Kev Elmer
All poems on here I've wrote myself. Feel free to leave any comments, even if its to say you dislike(but please say way you dislike) . No coments are ever deleted. Thanks for taking the time to read my work.
Kev Elmer Poems
A Moment Of Passion
A moment of passion so easily shared, with no fear or regret. The memories flood through my mind, a moment of passion I'll never forget.
Hate is a feeling that boils with rage. Hate is a feeling you lose with age. Hate is a feeling that eats inside. Hate is a feeling we all should hide.
Ashes To Ashes Dust To Dust
From ashes to ashes, from dust to dust. You'll rise again, in this I'll trust. You're in our hearts, 'till the end. We will meet again, depart my friend.
An Angel Cries
Isn't is sad when an angel cries? Small pearl drops fall from the skies, holy water flows in tears, human burdens their only fears.
A Cut To Deep
Out of my cut the blood will creap on my knees I begin to weap watchin the blood fall over my arm washing away all the harm
A Broken Heart
Many parts to my broken heart, from the day when it fell apart. My whole world came crashing down, but its fell with out a sound.
I see a blade upon the floor, I pick it up to use some more. This blood stained blade is mine again, It's simply now just a question of when.
I'M Thinking Of You, I'M Dreaming Of You
I'm thinking of you before I sleep, I'm dreaming of you before I wake, I'm thinking of you all the time, I'm dreaming of you to be mine.
Colours Of Love
Red is the rose, just for you Eleven to hold, one for the heart too. Blue is the air, we call it the skys,
Feelings And Emotions
Feelings and emotions, that will never last, we should put them behind us, back in to the past,
I Love You
This is to the one I love, although I can never show it! Everyday I grow in fear, that she will never know it!
For I Am Only Human
For I am only human, and I've made mistakes, but I'll stand tall, and do whatever it takes.
If your life was about to end, what sort of message would you send? Would it be of heaven, the place to be? Or would it be of love for people to see?
Plastic surgery is such a waste, as everyone has a pretty face. Its a contagious desease, happening all over the place.
The breeze that pushes gently past,
as we stand here together,
wanting this moment to last,
dreaming of it forever.
A moment that feels so good,
as I'm here with you,
it feels just like it should,
I hope you feel this too.