Born in the coal mining valleys of South Wales in 1994.
Educated at a local school, Took History, Religious Studies + English for A Level.
Currently still alive!
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Rachel Henley Poems
All My Woe
I ask of you something dear. Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere. Hold the one you love, Closer now, and ever so near.
Basking In Solitude
There are no thoughts I share, My woes that are entirely my own. I suffer from loneliness, and it shakes me to the bone.
A Violent Flourish Of Love
A violent flourish of love, rushing and bursting, in veins and arteries. Breathing life into old aching bones. Pumping muscles with a fast paced rhythm.
Your name is lost on my lips. Thoughts of you, written from my finger tips. Your existence seems to be nothing to me. To those who know me well.
This Heart Knows Pain
this heart knows pain, as frequent as rain, and harsh as snow, wherever, whatever the weather,
Lack Of Emotion
Write me a poem my love, Dedicate the words to me, Look me in the eyes and recite it. And I will give all my love to thee.
A Sailors Love
Merchant ships come to the shore, Sailors love and leave for the sea, It does not matter where we make port, only where, we call home.
Let me slide my fingers, in between the gaps of yours. Clutch your hand as if we're about to do a leap of faith. A risk that only two inseparable lovers would take. We do not know where this fall will take us.
The Things That Make Me Miss You
I miss your footsteps in the hallway. Arriving home from work at 6, always. You would always forget to wipe your feet. Leaving a trail of dirty footprints for me.
The Burden Of Myself
I can only offer you a poets passion. In the most dignified fashion. Creative torment and lack of understanding from anyone. Are two frequent attributes of mine.
We exchange glances, like cars on the motorway, a smirk here, a giggle there, the brief eye contact,
More Beautiful Yesterday
Where does love go? Does it leave the soul and the mind? Oh, tell me where my parents keep it! How can you make it last for all time?
This Place, My Train
If I do not board this train now, I am afraid I never will. This place is beautiful, this place is all I ever wanted,
Find in my words a friend for yourself. In times or triumph or dispair, your friend will always be here, with only the words to care,
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All My Woe
I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
Tell them how you love them so,
How them breathing, makes up for all the woe.
For the one I truly loved,
Does not, even now, even know.
How me breathing without them,
Is the reason of all my woe.