Biography of Kevin East
Hi my name is Kevin East. I live in Chesham Bucks England.
I am a precision engineer by trade but my great love is writing poetry.
I love art and music but poetry is my passion.
My hero is John Keats.
I am a romantic and that reflects in my poems.
The experiences depicted in my work are real. Either from my life or people i know.
I have many more poems to submit and i hope you can relate to the joy and pain of love through them.
Thanks for reading them.
Love is all.
Kevin. NOTE: All poems by Kevin East copyright.
Kevin East Poems
As I breathe in a still twilight. Trees silently wait for the kiss of life. The cold fading sunset is serenaded by the Winged choir. Sending the unwritten song.
The Wheel Of Life.
The wheel of life Turns. So you will smile again My friends.
When rain dances steps of silver In unseen ballet shoes Hazy sunshine lights the fuse Of waiting Autumn hues.
She will never leave you. though she said goodbye. You'll see her
Call me mad as a love crazed moon Beaming to a lonely sea Aching so silently Bleeding since you left me.
The Aching In My Heart
The aching in my heart Like sweetest kiss of scent From love's bouquet. As I fly into summer sky of blue
How I long For your butterfly kisses. And rhythm of our naked dance. Given that moonlight chance
[oh Daisy] Dreams To Spare.
Oh Daisy Please don't be blue. The sunshine That I feel from you
Fantasy And Me.
I love my fantasies. Golden ships on purple seas. And feathered flock Of vivid green,
Tulips And Her.
Tulips and her two lips that were meant to be mine. Fallen roses
In the shower Holding you close Kissing you closer. You moonshine eyes burning.
Notes that weep From a violin Keep Cascading
Carnival. Liquid colours In the sun. Music on the run.
Drifting Out To Sea.
I breathe Through my memories Or I would die. I run through constant streams
Optician can you help me see
Beyond my nose, beyond the pain
Or is it not down to optometry?
If love is blind do i need a white cane
Physician will you reap what you suture
When fragmented hearts you repair
Or does it not bide with your surgical future
When emotional scars are still there.