Biography of Becky Kirk
We'll there's not an awful lot to tell about me, just really that I like writing poetry. I try to write from points of view that are not my own, to help me feel the opposit point of view etc. I like to put twists in my poems when I can. Some of my poems are from personal experience (but I rarely tell which) you will probably be able to tell from the amount about cancer however that I have personally had cancer and gone through some very intensive courses of chemotherapy.
I think that if you can leave a legacy of 1 line that touches someone so it will stay with them for the rest of their life than you have acheieved a poets dream. To put feelings into words is a lofty quest! And to do it well a gift (One i'm not sure I posses but I have a good go anyway!)
Becky Kirk Poems
Families aren’t easy, Not even just a bit. They’re like a jigsaw puzzle, Different pieces that just fit.
My heart aches, dull and eternal, the raw and painfull desire of a woman infertile alone and maternal, Each day in others joy I find my pain, as I see their love the sun itself becomes a torrent of rain,
Why does my job application gets thrown straight in the bin, because they have enough people with my colour skin?
I looked into the eyes of the hideous creature and my loathing reached to its every feature Its sallow skin and greasy hair The long red talons and dirt residing there
It stood there before me, souless and still, With the hideous power to sap my will, I tried to resist its evil force, But as I fought its power got worse,
The sun rippled in her hair, and my senses swam in her deep blue stare, my heart remembers her sweet perfume, and how her slightest smile lifted the gloom.
There's a mist before your eyes, and it hides me from you Love will never be our prize, dreams of us can't come true,
Without you I'm a bird that cannot sing, If you're not here it's all a game I cannot win, When I find that you're not close at hand, No sun can shne across this land,
Where Am I Daddy?
Daddy I am sorry, I didn’t mean to go away. I tried my best to resist But I was led astray.
Families aren’t easy,
Not even just a bit.
They’re like a jigsaw puzzle,
Different pieces that just fit.
Families make bad enemies,
They make the best of friends,
A link that can be stretched and strained,
But never breaks or ends.