Biography of Jane Tomlin
I began writing poetry when I was 14.I have had numerous poems published in national anthologies publicised by Forward Press Ltd. I mostly write about everyday topics but sometimes my poems take on an air of fantasy.I had a book published by the same people but only my friends and family have a copy.
I wish to be a digital photographer.
Jane Tomlin's Works:
A World of Feelings: Treasury of Thoughts
Jane Tomlin Poems
It's the final day as we all take photographs and say goodbye; a thought goes through my mind. I may never see any of you again. I don't want to let go of the many memories we have made. Yet I know that will not happen as the memories we have created have been engraved on my heart and left a deep impression in my mind.
The gushing of the clear blue water is refreshing as you cool your over-heated, over-worked body. Rebuilding a civilisation is taking longer than expected. The breeze is reviving as it rustles the palm leaves. Two, three, four coconuts fall and smack the ground, cracking open the hard shell to reveal the soft flesh and thirst-quenching milk within.
My desperate love for you was so strong But it is hopeless we have grown apart I now know that the love we had was wrong You are no longer deep inside my heart.
You Possess What You Cannot Keep
I hear the drums in the deep They are coming for you and they will not sleep They will take it from you For you possess what you cannot keep.
Icy snowflakes fall to the ground Softly, silently not a sound. Snowmen stand grand and tall
The boring hours tick by as I sit in the room with the thing His watchful, daring green eye gazing at the book in which I wrote.
It's the greatest gift of all You will be there when I fall. My secrets, thoughts, aspirations are locked up in your mind and mine.
We have come to journeys end In a distant land we will meet again Through time and space, shadow and light Think of past battles and the final fight
I looked next to me today and saw you were gone Just a quick glance just enough to see that you weren’t there Just enough to hesitate and weep
Devoid Of Love
the night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak, lost are we. the emotion for which you lust flares once, then dies, devoured by a velvet ebony nothingness.
As the Autumn leaves are falling I hear the wind your name it's calling. As the dark nights draw in further
Slam goes the door, smash goes your heart as it shatters like glass. She did it again, she got too close and now you have to suffer. Blood runs down your face where he threw the plate at your head. You already have your bags packed, all you have to do is walk out the door and never look back. But somehow you can't, your soul will not muster enough courage.
Sitting on my bed thinking, Listening to the rowdiness of three people and a bottle of vodka. Accompanied by music, loud music. So many things to do, so much to overcome. So little time.
With A Helping Hand
The summit is high and the spirits were low, They didn’t wanna die and they didn’t wanna go, Determination was the key but they didn’t wanna know.
The gushing of the clear blue water is refreshing as you cool your over-heated, over-worked body. Rebuilding a civilisation is taking longer than expected.
The breeze is reviving as it rustles the palm leaves. Two, three, four coconuts fall and smack the ground, cracking open the hard shell to reveal the soft flesh and thirst-quenching milk within.
You look out to sea at the crystal waters. Fish dart in the shallows. You are in paradise, an alyssum, a utopia. But soon it maybe inhabited by