Steve Armstrong

Rookie (31/03/1985 / Sheffield)

Steve Armstrong Poems

1. My Pain 12/7/2005
2. Desire 1/4/2006
3. Kelly 1/5/2006
4. Memories 1/11/2006
5. Eternal Struggle 1/12/2006
6. Still Waiting 11/21/2005
7. Watching 12/4/2005
8. Why? 11/13/2007
9. Unaware 11/15/2007
10. You Are... 12/24/2007
11. Be Still My Heart 5/30/2011
12. Teddy Bear 5/30/2011
13. The Ghost 11/17/2005
14. What Is Love? 11/22/2005
15. Life Ebbs Away... 11/16/2005
16. Your Always There For Me 11/20/2005
17. Stood Up 11/22/2005
18. Demons 11/24/2005
19. Slip Away 11/29/2005
20. Walk Away 11/30/2005
21. I Yearn For You 12/4/2005
22. Big Issue... 11/20/2005
23. Eternal Souls 11/17/2005
24. The Fallen 12/6/2005
25. Special Camp 11/10/2005
26. War 11/15/2005
27. The Fool 11/10/2005
28. Dark Angel 11/17/2005
29. Rain Pours Down 11/18/2005
30. Hurting 11/21/2005
31. Forbidden Love 11/9/2005

Comments about Steve Armstrong

  • Sallie Howson (1/4/2006 6:32:00 AM)

    you are cleverly able to write poetry from a woman's point of view too..well have got insight...or you are a good observer

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  • Ernestine Northover Ernestine Northover (11/21/2005 3:52:00 PM)

    Having read all your poems to date, Stephen, I am very impressed with what you have written so far. There's a lot of depth in your poetry and very well structured and presented. Very well done. Loved all of them. I was moved. Love Ernestine.

  • Nicole Holloway (11/10/2005 12:46:00 PM)

    Beautiful poems.
    A pleasure to read.

    Much love,

Best Poem of Steve Armstrong

Forbidden Love

She sat there, her feelings burning inside of her,
her love, anger, guilt, pain all eating away at her.
How could she tell them what she felt?
Her own mother and father?
They would never approve of it, they were too old fashioned,
couldn’t see things had changed since their day.
No, it was no use, her only option was…
was to run, run far away, away from the arguments,
shouting and the disapproving stares.

She grabbed the case from on top of the old, antique wardrobe,
placing it on her bed before her,
the bed that she had laid in since she was a ...

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Special Camp

There he sat, alone in the tiny,
mouldy, grey-green stone walled cell,
the horrific screams echoed in the corridor outside.
He got up off his makeshift bed – a wooden bench,
and looked through the bars to see what was going on.
He looked, but the corridor was empty,
there was nothing at first,
he only heard the screams and groans of people,
then, he saw it.

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