Biography of Heather Owens
*Please Comment on my poems! * I love writing poems and dream of writing books. Only as a hobby though.
I also like to give my poems weird names. I don't write my poems the same way each time. Each has their own rhythm, while only a few rhyme.
I've noticed how titles affect a poem. If titled first the poem is controlled and ordered. If titled last, the poem flows with a life of its own. Both are excellent ways to write. One is about finding the words to convey, and the others is about searching for what to say.
Heather Owens Poems
Requiem For A Dream
Requiem for a dream by sound so sweet dreams of escape lay at its feet by meaning so morbid
If I told you how I really feel would you hold me would you kiss me
Difference Between Songs And Poems
a song is a poem in motion riding the wave soaring the sky falling with a thud
Memories fading, mind erasing, losing grip on reality. Trying to remember,
Alone, Heart And Soul
All alone you are, And all alone you’ll stay, For you never let love come, And never let it fly away.
forsake me leave me be loneliness dear old friend
Just One Tear
My mind cries out in agony, but my eyes won’t shed a tear. My heart cries, My soul cries, But my eyes, they won’t.
Will you answer my call running toward me will you see my pain holding me down
What would you think if I showed you true despair? Swallowed your dreams, took away your air. Gripped your neck, tore your seems Threw you away and left you to bleed.
I find myself alone the tears slide gently down to the barren ground my knees start to shake
To Live On
Drain it raw let the blood pool the skin re-stitches the veins close up
Truth be treason in such empty lines Full of hope blown up The balloon popped
I feel like I’m dying holding so tightly leaping off the edge flying into the chasm
Every morning I wake up tired despite the sleep Every night I put off sleep despite the tiredness
Shadow Of Darkness
through sudden darkness.
Light was perished
before my eyes.
Life and meaning are forgotten
in this lightless tide.
Love was vanquished,
but not the memory.
Hope was destroyed,
and with it,
the light of the heart
was thrown into the shadows.