Biography of Declan Cole
I'm not going to pretend to be one of these 'modern' poets who go around pretending to be oh-so-emotional and sensitive, as if what they do is just write things by how they feel and what 'comes naturally'. Mozart didn't just rip out a concerto, Picasso didn't just brush off a painting, Shakespeare didn't spew out a sonnet. I don't claim to be particularly emotional or especially sensitive to feelings, but I try hard to write something vaguely passable as a poem.
But yeah, I'm 16 and am VERY amateur at this. Apologies for the above paragraph, I just dislike these people who take the view that if you sometimes write poetry you're too sensitive/a wuss/gay. I write it because its fun and I get enjoyment out of it.
Read some of it if you want. Comment if you like. I really don't mind.
Also if you wanna talk more then just ask and we can talk about whatever =)
Declan Cole Poems
The light falls on her derelict face All hopes, no dreams Burstin' apart at the seams, Hopes some day she'll get out of this place
Passages Of Time
The stolen time of days now passed Repaying the debt we owe The birds have finally stopped singing And the flowers no more grow
A while ago we were happy, I loved the way you smiled at me. There's a light in your blood-shot eyes I remember I used to see.
A while ago we were happy,
I loved the way you smiled at me.
There's a light in your blood-shot eyes
I remember I used to see.
But last time you were here before
I couldn't look you in the eye
I sheepishly shifted my weight
Cos looking at you made me cry