Biography of Hayley Lewis
I have been writting since before I can remember. It is one of my true passions in life. Every emotion ever felt can be turned into verse and that is what I try to do with all of mine.
I have been inspired by all different kinds of writters, from the greats of poetry such as Shelley and Byron to the minds of classic literature such as George Eliot and Oscar Wilde.
Thank you for reading my work, the poet is mearly an unheard voice without it's audience. x
Hayley Lewis Poems
Rigid denials carved reflections in the floor In beer drenched coats and thrown away inhabitations Tussled hair and sweat soaked shirts Throwing caution to the wind
To The Most Amazing Man Who Ever Lived
I wanted to write some poetry An appraisal if you like A flow of words and sentiment That appear faster than I type
I forgot, these promises I made To my false deity The God of all things saved I prayed, to the empty space
My soul crushed, Above and below irreputable dementure. Solicited lies hounding at the door, Tearing down the scafolding,
Summer come, and summer go, Winter breath your frosty ire. Whisper leafy melodies Across the old log fire.
Wherever tears have fallen, Broken flowers bloom. To salute whatever sun Has the patience to resume.
Creator Of Destruction
Lets fast track my emotions From searing pain to bitter hatred I will turn your eyes from beacons of love and trust To the fiery eyes of Satan himself
Sitting in the village, in the center of the square, With a basket by her ankles and braids in her hair, Her eyes though soft and patient, Scan all around the streets,
High school was the worst years of my life Spent afraid, inadequate and out of sight Bullied for being too fat I was called an oompa loompa
Adrenaline Is My Mistress
It hits my chest and my stomach first, The rush jumps through my body in one quick burst My fear is my life line I clutch to my heart the imminent threat
An indiscernible power turns and rallies us towards our lifes end Be it strength, courage, weakness, The driving force of every action, A depth behind the shadows,
Whenever doves come to me Fallen and broken In the breeze, I take them to my love,
Till the morn my dear, I fear. Your paddles laid and your boat is here. The wind is rife, and the sail is white, To journey yonder and out my life.
Sometimes I find myself to sympathize With the black cold winter night, And I, of chilly disposition find Unlikely comfort in it's plight
Hush Little Bells
Hush little bells; your euphoria is my insanity
Constant and deafening; you bleed me of thought
Shall I pluck the rose from my garden, and flatten it for my collection?
Answer me now!
It is rude to play ignorant at my expense
You will chime when I say you must
And always listen when I talk to you.
Sweet silence with my herbal fluid too hot yet for my lips