Rachel Henley (1st October 1994 / Wales)
Biography of Rachel Henley
Rachel Henley Poems
Basking In Solitude
There are no thoughts I share, My woes that are entirely my own. I suffer from loneliness, and it shakes me to the bone.
A Sailors Love
Merchant ships come to the shore, Sailors love and leave for the sea, It does not matter where we make port, only where, we call home.
Beloved sister, Deep in thought you always are. Believing your below the clouds. When you're a star.
My Trip To Auschwitz
I did not complain when my toes succumbed to numbness. I did not complain when the bitter wind threw itself against me. I did not complain when the thick mud ruined the flares of my jeans.
Living Without Letting
I spend seconds alone, Throwing smiles, giving waves. I spend minutes alone, Engaging in conversations.
Lack Of Emotion
Write me a poem my love, Dedicate the words to me, Look me in the eyes and recite it. And I will give all my love to thee.
I miss the way your fingers tangled with the grass. The patches of dirt on your pale soft knees. How you felt as one, with the birds and the trees.
Let me slide my fingers, in between the gaps of yours. Clutch your hand as if we're about to do a leap of faith. A risk that only two inseparable lovers would take. We do not know where this fall will take us.
No Me Without We.
I am losing you, each and every day. The seconds and the minutes are all ticking away. I do not fear my own death, It will be what it will be. But I fear that when you are gone, There is no me, without we.
I had a dream and we had two tickets for a flight. In secret we stole a car and escaped during the night. We left behind things we were desperate to forget. Never had I felt so content as I slept.
Running With Scissors
You taught me to run with scissors. I broke all the rules under the influence. We always knew it was going to end badly. Still I persisted to defy all regulations.
Our Red Chevy Dreams
Def leppard on your dad's CD player, Kick off the sheets, naked, head to feet. Hand on headboard,
Never make love like you have before, Never be afraid to taste danger, And take turns to mop the floor.
Simply, Being Honest.
Why are poets so sad? Why are the writers sticking feelings in things that don't matter at all.
This Heart Knows Pain
this heart knows pain,
as frequent as rain,
and harsh as snow,
wherever, whatever the weather,
with you, i shall go.
its not a conscience choice,
its you the fate of my hand takes.
its my life, your life makes.