My heart sank
As I watched her go
That familiar pain returned in an instant
And I felt hollow inside
...
I look into the mirror
By accident these days
For it’s not my own reflection
That meets my startled gaze
...
Am so afraid of how you feel
Listening to what you’ve said
Chills me to the bone
Our whole existence is on shaky ground
...
He’s written his rules
In invisible ink
She’s thirsty for answers
But can’t get a drink
...
This one's a real scorcher
A flaming true one too
The subject – my 'hot' sister
And the things she likes to do
...
Sometimes I get just a sniff
A whiff of a memory
A time or a place
Of people
...
Cry for me, please cry for me,
I want you to feel hurt,
I want the pain to dig at you,
And make you feel like dirt
...
I’d like to awake
Without being woken
To just sit and think
With no word spoken
...
Hot cup of tea
Now that for me would be
Such a luxury
Hot Cup of Tea
...
We were blessed with an angel,
The day that she came,
Only a child so perfect,
Could carry her name,
...
Once again alone and lost,
This empty feeling is the cost
Of many regrets and dreams I’ve tossed
Onto the heap of mental compost,
...
Big waves ten foot plus,
Fear fills my heart - board too small
Maybe tomorrow
...
Gypsy has gone AWOL
And joined a circus Troup
Spends her time now juggling
And leaping through a hoop!
...
Skeletons in cupboard
Ugly bony truths
Betrayal stands unspoken
Doors locked with keys
...
My sleep is abruptly interrupted
Morning mechanics kick into gear
Affection first on his agenda
Arms outstretched he pulls me near
...
I know he hurts inside
He misses his boys so much
But I am helpless to his pain
I tread on eggshells when we speak of them
...
Gypsy has been living in Australia since 1992 but was borne and bred in London. She has travelled extensively and now resides in the coastal town of Scarborough in Perth Western Australia. Gypsy is a happy go lucky person who believes that fun and laughter should go hand in hand with life. Writing now since the age of thirteen, the poems that she writes are mainly inspired by life experiences. She likes to vary her subject matter as much as possible and tries to offer the reader a wide scope of emotions to experience through her work. If you were going to read any of Gypsy’s poems her recommendation would be to start with “The Decorator”, “Love In A Teacup” and “Reflections”. These are her three personal favourites. Please feel free to comment on Scarborough Gypsy’s work but do not worry about scoring as she does not believe in the scoring system and does not score on anyone's work for this reason. Gypsy does however welcome all verbal feedback both good and bad providing it is constructive of course. Thankyou)
Broken
My heart sank
As I watched her go
That familiar pain returned in an instant
And I felt hollow inside
I tried hard to smile
As I waved her off
But my face gave in and crumpled
Eyes welled up with tears
Be brave, be brave
Just until she’s out of sight
Don’t let her see your smile lies
Broken on the welcome mat.
I love this poem! very creative!