Guernsey Poets

Here’s to the women who wore pants to school When skirts or dresses only were the rule   Here’s to the women who made a safe place For ...

Borrow from tomorrow. It could bring you joy or it could bring you sorrow. It could become a noose around your neck. You'll need to k...

‘Brick wall battles’ can be won. Not every single one……..but some. You might get a headache. An awful backache. Even occasional heartach...

When man meets a mountain His is nothing at all The towering summit The man ever small Yet one man would rise Like the mountain up high...

Freedom from persecution is all they want A chance of a new, safe life to live, But duped by the avarice of traffickers They’re abused an...

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

What is that strange light In distant yonder Punctuating the dark? What sound on the breeze Makes a rabbit’s back arch and stiffen At a...

You disfigure our bodies Invade our organs and bones, Yet your name is always spoken In hushed, secretive tones, We acknowledge your exi...