Biography of Kim Cresswell
Biography? What am I, famous?
Hey, My Name is Kim and I reside next to the lovely Malvern Hills in Worcestershire, UK.
I love writing in general and that includes poetry :)
I've never been very good as 'selling' myself so I think I should stop now.
Kim Cresswell's Works:
None as of yet... One on the way: D
Kim Cresswell Poems
The Beast Within
The night was dark and the wind blew strong, I was in a place in which I did not belong, The drinks were green and somewhat sour, I felt like Rapunzel locked in her tower,
Theory Beat Poem
Life really does confuse me, As sometimes I just have to be, The most awkward person in a conversation, Simply because the utter preservation of my mind,
A Poem For A Dear Friend
The prettiest things blossom from the hardest of places, Like the longing of love from heartbroken faces, That ache in your chest that never subsides, Those tears in which stream from your reddened eyes.
“Perhaps a course of medication would be wise”, A doctor advised, Hiding behind a rice paper partition, “I'm a well known Physician”,
Whether we like it or not, At some time, On some day, We will die,
Water is the very source of my sorrow, It rains from my eyes when I am forced to weep, And no matter the day which comes after tomorrow, This water will prevent me from my much needed sleep.
I've always relied on comedy as a way to cheer up, Even with its stupid references and flawed notion of luck, The ridiculous stories told to make us laugh, Are mostly pre-written in a scrawled paragraph.
Protesting, Sure it's part of human opinion, To voice the thoughts of a potential million, A quiet and clean voicing is what we would respect,
A Note In Time
The keys on a piano remind me of the grooves in a Roulette wheel, Each key you press could be a gamble, It might not sound right, it might not work, But you know that once you press that key,
When You Grow Up
Don't you miss your lunch-box days? And following the latest mini craze? When things were as simple as summer dresses, No coursework, assignments or unneeded stresses,
Theory Beat Poem
Life really does confuse me,
As sometimes I just have to be,
The most awkward person in a conversation,
Simply because the utter preservation of my mind,
Excels the reason in which the conversation was started,
And now it seems my false logic has parted,
So I have no idea what I'm saying.
So where do you begin,