Warren Atherton Poems
- On Wuthering Heights 'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep Across...
- Nursery Rhymes On Pain The hand that rocks the cradle Is the...
- Psychopath Mia was the first to show, Stood all alone in ...
- A House On A Hill She sits all alone in her own little ...
- The Sage (Verse V, Osedicus In...
- The Sage (Verse Iv, Dwarven-Fo...
- The Sage (Verse Iii, In Galafa... The ‘Dark’ had consumed much...
In some way throughout my life I suppose I have always doodled with writing mostly to escape the harsh reality of a rough upbringing.
My poetry reflects on all aspects of life, some based on personal experience whilst others reflect on the lives of people around me.
I really only started writing poetry four years ago when someone incarcerated asked me to write something to help them pass the time of day.
In total I have written but fifty-nine poems to date, fifteen for each of the four years one might say. I do have some particular favourites, especially my 'Sage' series which are all the imagination of a young girl who lies seriously ill in a coma. In order to keep her brain ... more »
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On Wuthering Heights
'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep
Across dark plains in her lonesome keep.
So far away her soul in dismay
Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.'
I'll fly like the breeze across all the seas,
Endlessly on, for her heart to appease.
A sad moon shines across the windy moor,
On to her rescue, break open deaths' door.
There we'll entwine, one essence refine.
One pure light mere words can't define,
And harrowing nights with their fiendish sights,
Will reap the wild wind on Wuthering Heights.