Biography of Frankie Wills
Frankie Wills was born in Ilkley West Yorkshire and is inspired by the beautiful scenery of the dales. She is fifteen years old. She loves to write poems and non fiction.
Frankie Wills Poems
On Your Doorstep
The heather whistled in the wind The waterfall crashed over the rocks The sound of children's voices rang The flag flew in the soft wind
The Eternal Clock
Abyss Whirling - whiling Never leaving Tempting you
Life After Love
I don't love you I swear It everyday The words are natural As your name once was on my lips
Speciation Is Cyclical
Just as surface area increases and So the surface area to volume ratio Increases. I feel the heat flow Out of me when I see your eyes
Christmas Is Not Christmas..
Christmas is not christmas When you are alone Christmas is not christmas Without a family or a home
Am I The Enemy?
Gunshots pierce the peace Tanks trample the track They came with their loaded guns, Forced us out of our homes
A Mark That Can't Be Erased-
When thoughts can be punished and history Changed with a few hastily typed alterations What is existence? Why does war matter If it is a perpetually occurring event.
Turquoise Ocean Depths
Water floods your senses And you float off into dreams The feeling of it- smooth against skin Lulls you to sleep and you slip away
Bubbles Fill Our World
We must remember that we are nothing Compared to stars, we are just a speck And that's calming as we move steadily on our course Like the planets orbiting a ball of gas and dust
Seas Of Silence
Nothing You can hear nothing Nothing but the blood Pumping through your ears
Hope Is Just A Word; That Melody Makes M...
The gunshots still ring; Like sirens wailing Inside my mind They fill my senses
I can see you now In the shadowy space between smoke and wall I have a perfect view Of you
I sit at my father’s workbench Elbows propped up on the wood, I can see the frown lines that crease his face, He has always seemed to look this way.
Am I The Enemy?
Gunshots pierce the peace
Tanks trample the track
They came with their loaded guns,
Forced us out of our homes
They threatened me –what could I do?
They shoved me down the road
The gun’s cold steel against my back
They threatened me – what could I do?