Biography of Wade Harlaine
Hi my name is wade i'm 33 years old and live on the north east coast of england. I've been writing poetry for a few years now and am working towards my first collection. I like to vary my theme and style of poetry. hope you enjoy
Wade Harlaine Poems
Through The Green Valley
Through the green valley and past the crooked tree there lies a place of love and tranquility where food and water are in abundancy and children play happy free from tyranny.
My Heart Is Like The Ocean.
My heart is like the Ocean as it feverishly yearns for land a quest for true emotion held in an embracing hand.
I think he loves you best No worldly grace compares Outshining every jewel in every chest Coveting all, mankind stills and stares
She sleeps beside me does not know my heart bleeds profusely a sickening glow and while she wakes I do caress knowing the heart loveless no less
I know you’re with him now every thrust a dagger in my heart every kiss a lash tearing at my flesh I see legs entwined locking bodies together,
Escaping The Matrix
It is like a splinter in my very mind stabbing into the core of my existance the answer elusive and evasive does bind to a firery cave that chokes with persistence.
I Cut To Feel No Pain.
The duller the blade is sweeter For while this sacrificial flesh is slain It abates the yearn to meet her This vision I paint may sicken
For the time lock away religion, its verse often misunderstood And educate the people its intentions always good. Melt down all the weapons for wheelchairs, limbs for the lamed. Reassess the futility of war the loser always blamed.
There is a long journey in this heart The distance a million miles back to the start and the weight I've carried for so long would break a man twice as strong
My Helen Of Troy.
Walking in a mystical elastic haze In a blanket of magical lambent light emoted by an element defying gaze enraptured as the moon in night.
Remember me in laughter Filled with joy and with a smile Tear up your subscription in the end the pain the vile Keep me in the warmth and in the glow
I believe in a fairy tale A love so intense it could never fail and if I hold out will I end up alone It's a risk I have to run
O raging heart why do you burn so Am I to never escape your wicked flames To feel the calm of a still ocean To be apart from spiteful games
Darkest Days Iii.
At the birth of the earth, moon and sun the life giving spirit created the perfect soul but then realized that it was too powerful and split this entity creating man and woman,
A futile perception of past perfection
A rampant resolve for resurrection.
The will of its nature consumed by yearning.
A terrible foe, a raged heart burning.
Apathy adorns the edges of its unsheathed sword.
Mercilessly slashing all screams ignored.
An imagined look the devils hook impressions never fading.
Her brilliance of mind make my heart unkind.
Undiminished and unfinished loves poison courses.