Biography of Andrew Rose
Although lots of my poems are a tad gloomy it is not a reflection of me as a person, I'm generally a nice happy guy who finds solace in poetry when things are not going too well. I love philosophy and anything ancient Greek, I'm a bit of a geek, I love to keep fit and play sports and I want to be a writer/ teacher... and I am currently writing a book now.
Andrew Rose Poems
What do I miss? I miss being in love, That touchable happiness like no other Is a slowly faded image of emotions now,
A Moment's Madness
Time it ticks it fades away, Luscious youth is left to pay, The price of fate it can’t deny, All is wrong but so was I-
And Then I Hear Your Voice
She is the image in my head that blocks out all others, And takes me from the reality of sound To a place where sound no longer occurs, A world outside of a world.
Oh how it pains when it rains, Washing away past with gloom, This makes the trees look the same, All dripping they loom,
Age Has Past
The body of the youth is past, Is laid to rest, On the youthful breast Of those who live in this time now,
A Reminder Of Absence
You’re the most precious person in my life, I still get this beautiful image of you Whenever I close my eyes. And it’s followed by a feeling,
Feathery bird so plump so fair, Soaring across me, no time to care, Feathery plump, scooting around, Hovering, fighting for crumbs on the ground.
Progression, During Early Mourning
They creep up on me when vulnerable at night, When light is dark through loss of sight, My self becomes tired and cannot resist, Anxious thoughts occur and persist.
The Remains Of Yesterday
So many of my careless days, (Sprung from a want of doing something, Yet never finding time to spare, From my spare time) ,
It just feels like that, that’s all, Like I’m slowly sinking deeper within myself, Unable to communicate in any normal way with people, Like little bits of me are constantly being chizled away by an artist never able to comprehend the finished article,
Who Really Wishes Upon A Star
I looked for all those shooting stars, They were supposed to be out you see, Ready and waiting, To be viewed by all,
Waiting For Realisation
You opened my eyes to all that was wrong in the world. Love subdued for other people, For an insistent want of an easier life, This is a terrible thing.
The World Moves
The world is in a stop right now for me, At the moment. But I am fearful, It seems that I will need people like you,
Sometimes I'M Away
It’s not that I’m unhappy, I’m having the most fantastic of times, It’s just I never knew I’d miss you,
Oh how it pains when it rains,
Washing away past with gloom,
This makes the trees look the same,
All dripping they loom,
In the grey of today.
The sun would sing its song,
But its life stayed away,
On better days which have gone,