Andy Brookes

Gold Star - 25,283 Points (11 May 1954 / Macclesfield)

Andy Brookes Poems

1. Art Or Artifice 10/18/2015
2. The Art Of Being Silent. 10/19/2015
3. Blue October 10/19/2015
4. Steel Rose 10/20/2015
5. Morning Rote 10/20/2015
6. Paper Tiger 10/21/2015
7. Ursine Dreams 10/21/2015
8. A Prodigal Son? 10/23/2015
9. Sheet Envy 10/26/2015
10. No Lancelot 10/26/2015
11. Knitted Together 10/28/2015
12. October 29 10/29/2015
13. Jerusalem Jerusalem 10/29/2015
14. Flights Of Fancy 10/29/2015
15. Life Lesson Number One 10/30/2015
16. Change Down 10/30/2015
17. Release, Realisation And Renaissance 10/31/2015
18. Just Doing Justice 10/31/2015
19. Injured Party? 11/2/2015
20. Gordian Knot 11/2/2015
21. Door Closes, Window Opens 11/2/2015
22. Magna Corda 11/2/2015
23. At That Foolish Age 11/3/2015
24. Not Such A Little Life 11/3/2015
25. School Ties 11/4/2015
26. Garden Of Serenity 11/4/2015
27. An Atheist's Prayer 11/5/2015
28. Turn The Tide 11/8/2015
29. Death Stalks 11/8/2015
30. Factorem 11/9/2015
31. Monsoon 11/9/2015
32. Down The Rabbit Hole 11/10/2015
33. Lost For Words 11/10/2015
34. Garden Of Tears 11/11/2015
35. Night Watcher 11/11/2015
36. Time Traveller 11/12/2015
37. Marshmallow Moments Materialise 11/13/2015
38. Battle Of Wits 11/13/2015
39. The Knives Are Out And Sharpened 11/13/2015
40. Of All The Faces, In All The Places 11/14/2015
Best Poem of Andy Brookes

I'm Only Human

I work my fingers to the bone,
And I know I shouldn't moan.
Not get upset about my work,
If criticised by some jerk.

It's sad to say, my skin is thin,
Tough exterior, soft within.
I try so not to let it hurt,
When hit by a poem expert.

I know I have a lot to learn,
But cruel remarks, they just burn.
And you know I have no fear,
Of ever becoming like Shakespeare.

I write just whims, airy fancies,
Which people stab with their lances.
With their thrusts they put me down,
Making me feel like a clown.

But be it good or be it ...

Read the full of I'm Only Human

Broken Voice

I am stopped.
a harsh light examines my existence

Silenced literally, vocal chords stilled.
A nodule the doctors says,
removal necessary.
I freeze, thoughts elliptical,
returning full stops

[Report Error]