Biography of Peggy Pollock
19, Art student. Manchester.
Peggy Pollock Poems
There’s a train that leads to miles away, It’s a special train, It leaves today. You’ve looked it up and booked it Bought your seat,
Overgrown Grave Stone
I never thought that weeds would grow Though years they have been left, I know Somehow I thought that nature's way Would shout "a loved one here is lay! "
You Are Not A Con Man
Writhing guts And retching ribs And twisted lungs And bleeding lips
You Had Me For A Moment
For a short sweet moment, You had all of me. Not just me in that moment But me eternally.
Siren Rumble of traffic Rustle of wind Singing of birds
Alas, I fell for your words For your tongue, for your verse How it hurts How it hurts that I fell for your words
Sun sits and rests Makes silhouettes Of strangers by the sea I stop my steps
You Cannot Sing
I like the fact you cannot sing You cannot try to con me in You do not need to hide behind A hidden interest; ‘hard to find'
Sunset spills a golden glow Into a gloomy room Under golden paint I know you know The words that will be spoken soon
Memory Of Fairy Lights
A sad excuse to brighten life So ugly did they hang for us So limp to simply gather dust And even with the candles lit
Eyes of a crazy Driver, Your steering the wrong way Take a pretty yellow and and make a dirty gray
A sudden distaste for my own music Calls for a silent torture And I wonder At my own misfortune
I Know You
I know you, we've before. But you don't know me. You've spoken to me Been impressed
Put me on a pedestal And ill perform for you You fool. Ill press your eyes into my lies
You Cannot Sing
I like the fact you cannot sing
You cannot try to con me in
You do not need to hide behind
A hidden interest; ‘hard to find'
You do not need the neck to play
To pay for what you wish your way
You will never say it twice
Nor make beauty at truths sacrifice