James Christopher Stevens
Biography of James Christopher Stevens
I have been writing contemporary poetry for several years. Some poetry here is from my Circadian Verse collection, which can also be found on poemhunter. If you would like to use my poetry, please contact me here:
You will find all these twenty poems here:
James Christopher Stevens Poems
As Old As Tomorrow
Will the sun still reach me in the morning when you are gone?
Love is like a bedtime bear Who comforts you at night Its like a crispy summer apple
I watch the light burst through the window onto his nakedness; his guitar creating a bowed shadow
living in the morning light - when the sun touches the window and lights fresh the morning, moving winter shadows to
The Way To Badger 1979
From Penny Wood to Badger Pub: You have Heathcliff in your face - an energy and fight; and you will never
Your Smile Is Crying
But your arm is distant, and your eyes show no sunshine Your smile is crying, your look is pain And tired from reaching what you cannot find And I do not know what to do
Your Shadow Was In A Picture
Your shadow was in a picture And for that moment I was no longer lost... Not just the shadow
You Painted Teenager with dark eyes painted young cheap lipstick bought early and the taste of your tongue
Always Touching You
Strawberries, soft music, pillow hair, eyelashes and warm candy arms I cover with kind-linen and parts of me
But there was nothing in you just practiced noises to make me yours. It was only years later
Hidden In Our Time
I suppose you made me think And I think it grew on me slowly Perhaps it was your style, maybe smile Or was it the sex I could see beneath you
A Land Beyond, Beyond
He confuses me I can't help living in his eyes My wake up call is that he moves
I found the unfinished bits of the world and put them together and made something new.
Cold young skin Bone white legs Hot centre 'Let's get warm'
I found the unfinished
bits of the world and put
them together and
made something new.
It had the man in who
could not finish his book,
the child who missed his
play, a woman's sorrow in
someones else's kiss.