Biography of Alex Deacon
Honestly It not be fair for me to bore you with any fancy quotes or advice.
Or tell you about myself because that should be, well in honesty unimportant. You either like the poems I write or don't.
Alex Deacon Poems
Poetry The Analysis
The sound of rain Is that an obvious choice to pick? When writing a poem. What makes a poem?
The Bullying Game
Thank you said the man at the bus stop I offered him a sweet. Thank you said the policeman walking down the street Cheers, boyo said Sam the neighbour next door
Just Because I Don'T Say It All The Time
Just because I don't say it all the time doesn't mean I don't Why must everything be said not felt We can show compassion and have the passion Nothing else need be said or wrote
Dare I write a love poem? Loving you is easy Dare I continue? Love is a rose
The Spider And Harry Styles
I saw a spider Ew It probably saw me to Cause like they have 8 eyes
Dreams And Nightmares
This is but the end You wield a dagger Stand don't stagger An explicit conclusion
What We Are Is In Our Children
The boy is happy, The girl is sad. Love one another Take each other's hand.
The man is still looking. I'm but a park bench sitter, What have I done? His eyes are so, so, so big.
Hour's become years and I'm waiting Still fixated hopelessly on you. I don't run and live. One cowers and waits,
Dare I write a love poem?
Loving you is easy
Dare I continue?
Love is a rose
The blood red colour
Is the passion
And symbolises the oil
And liquor of the relationship
The thorn is the stab in your heart