Biography of Stephen Pennell
whatever i write is from inside might not conform to any rules poems might have, as I was never taught them, But the world loves a trier.
Stephen Pennell's Works:
Crewe memories poetry book (1 poem)
Pendle war poems 2015 (1poem)
Stephen Pennell Poems
I stood by a statue, alone on a beach A picture was taken for a keep sake That picture was used as a profile update It was seen my a woman who wanted to meet
Think Of Me
When the dark clouds, Bring the shadows to your day Think of me When the sun fails to shine and the rain falls
The Meaning Of X
X X means I love you, lots and lots. X marks the spot,
An Ocean filled with children's tears who's crashing waves muffles the cry s of a desperate mother looking for salvation just beyond the seas horizon
Plea For Paris
Did your god cry for their loss my friend Does your holy book preach peace or hate Will you dry the tears of the lost loved ones The blood on your hands colour's your soul my friend
You give of your soul, your being everything that matters Time, Thoughts, your waking hours , you learn her favourites What she likes, you spent your time checking her treats out Plans are made to please and make her smile
With her eyes of brown and her Farah Fawcett hair And that smile, that is contagious A heart of gold, and a gentle touch She's my fairy tale princess
She’s a petal on a frosted flower A ray of winter sunshine A twinkle in her parent’s eye, A missed beat of their hearts A smile machine in the making , the apple of your eye
The Wish I dance in the smoke, to a song that I wrote I watch you pirouette like a girl on a box
Stolen For Mum
The grass shimmers in the afternoon sun. The gentle breeze blowing a thousand seed heads, Like tiny cobwebs across the sea of sky blue blue bells.
Live And Let Live
Im an old fashioned man, that says live and let live. Im sure when I die the pearly gates will allow me to fit in. I just hope god checks his records and says You lived and let live. You did good deeds, spoke well, and helped people in need
Is it the whiteness of your smile or the twinkle in your eye The sound of your voice or the cut of your jib the cloths you wear, or the things you share that makes you so a.d.o.r.a.b.l.e
You need to fit the normal, You need to look the same. Don't dare be yourself or forget to comb your hair
Your promises fall to the ground like autumn leaves. They are like the drops in an ocean, Or the stars in the sky. The crust on a pie so easily broken. Your lips may move but the truth stays hidden away.
Gardens In The Rain
We walked around the gardens.
We wandered through a wooded glade
The flowers did there b.e.s.t to put your beauty in the shade, but they so failed
I thank the heavens for the weather
Which had us cuddling in the rain