nicola burkett

nicola burkett Poems

A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child

We know what we want, when we want
And we're not afraid to ask
When we find, we we're right all along
We relish and in the moment we bask

When i was a child, i thought they could do no wrong
When i was a child, everyone seemed to get along
When i was a child we were always together
When i was a child, i thought it would last forever

Running towards her pumpkin
At the stroke of midnight
Her lost slipper upon the stair
In the silver majestic moonlight

Over England’s dales
Deep past the ever green
Inside the forest
Lives the Fairy Queen

A suicide note
I carved on my chair
With a rusty old key
Wrapped in devils hair

He was a punk rocker, she a groupie tart
They couldn't live without, they couldn't live apart
Sometimes the love consumes the fuel too fast
And when it does you know it'll never last

I hate myself for hurting you
The pain and heartache i put you through
I killed the love that we once had
I took everything good and turned it bad

The bright lights of Las Vegas
Casinos open around the clock
Wedding bells, Grand hotels
A place where the fornicators flock

The pain you’re in I can see
When you say this to me
There is nothing the matter wrong with me
I’m as healthy as can be

The naughty nun and the Catholic priest
Gathered in the rectory for a sexual feast
With cigarette smiles and moaning pleas
The naughty nun drops down to her knees

A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes
As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses
London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created
As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated

At that moment in time, the point of no return
You’re standing inside the fire watching yourself burn
You don't feel the pain as you stand comfortably numb
Watching your life unfold, watching it come undone

Dreaming of the man with beautiful green eyes,
I dream of me sleeping in his arms where I lie,
His breath on my skin his body clenched with mine,
The taste of his kiss is sweeter than wine,

Doc wilde, poetry’s golden child
Sharing his visions with you and me
Awe inspiring beauty
Through this mans eyes we see

You no longer smile
My poor unfortunate child
Tears replace your grin
Falling rapid and wild

June stars
January moon
The light dies too quickly
And the dark arrives too soon

March the month of death
The month loved ones inhale their last breath
the month friends and family slip away
the month where i'm begging 'Please stay'

I watch the birds over head as they cut through the sky
Envious of their freedom as they elegantly fly
Wishing that it were I that was leaving this place
To search of love and passion for my soul to grace

Dirty cigarette smiles
And alcohol stained kisses
Curled up like a frightened child
As she so painfully reminisces

nicola burkett Biography

I have been writing for as long as i can remember. I had always been creative as a child, though then my first passion was art, which i pursued at (gcse and a-level) It wasn't until i left school, that i found a true love for poetry. I guess as i got older i became more awear of life. The death of my beloved grandmother, when i was 20 years old and the development of depression and chronic fatigue (ME) , saw my poems become more darker, and as i see it much more realistic. My most favourite art and poetry movement has to be The Pre-Raphalite Brotherhood (Dante Rossetti, Sir Everett Millias, Lizzy Siddal, Waterhouse and Christina Rossetti) are just some of my favourite artists and poets. Then of course there are Byron, Shelley and Keats. Dickens, Barrett-Browning, Austen and many more Victorian Literature (poetry/novels) have to be my all time favorite...... I love Victorian Gothic Architecture (in my opinion the Cemeteries are fantastically beautiful - Most favorably the Magnificent seven (especially High-Gate – North London) ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITE POEMS IS Mary Elizabeth Frye'S Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep! ! ! ! ! Whenever i'm a little down or depressed i put on Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah or Skynard's Free Bird I'm a big fan of music, TV shows, poetry, movies, photography and art Things I love... criminology, ice cream, scented candles, painting, traveling, birds, ice hockey, wild flowers, taking photos, coffee, afternoon tea, all things vintage, collecting notebooks and unicorns Things I hate...liars, fake people, yellow food (sweet corn, swede, grapefruit and parsnips) beetroot, coconut, most sci-if movies, shallow people and spiders i listen to anything and everything (Motown, Soul, American Indie Rock, Blues, Swing (Rat Pack) , Classic Rock) P! nk, Bonnie Dune, Michael Jackson,30 Seconds To Mars, The Beatles, The Sex Pistols, Evanescence, Linkin Park, Nickleback, ACDC, Deep Purple, Led Zepplin, Pink Floyd, BB King, Elvis, Kelly Clarkson, Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand are just some of the many artists i listen to.)

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05 - A Hero

A hero thinks of others before they think of themselves
A hero will die to protect
A hero can be of any age, any colour
A hero can be man, woman or child
A hero is courageous, loving and brave
A hero will never complain
A hero can be made in one act of compassion
Or years of tender loving care
Some hero's are remembered, whilst many are left forgotten
Hero's are angels in disguise, saving precious innocent lives

I dedicate this poem
To Pvt Steven Freund, Officer Kevin Tonn and all fallen heroes.

nicola burkett Comments

Gassan Cibril 08 March 2012

good job. welld one nicola.

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Ronald Smith 14 August 2006

excellent poem. A breautiful write.

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