Guernsey Poets

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning … ...

He could have been a hero If he'd gone inside To confront the shooter But he'd have probably died Check his job description Do...

The youngster trips again, more bruises luckily his limbs, and his spirit aren't broke he's got good at falling, though, up quickl...

Ten is now the magic number I’ve become a statistic, Ten years of survival If I’d blinked hard I could’ve missed it, Why ten should be ...

In the clearing stands a boxer Big and strong and brave, He is panting really fast As though every breath will be his last. Battle scarr...

Bold little robin Puff up your chest, Be proud of the red badge of honour That emblazons your breast, Even in weather inclement You nev...

"Begone" said the wind to the leaves on the tree "That rustling of yours, it is bothering me" The leaves spiralled dow...