Guernsey Poets

With catapult, once school was finished, I went to hunt in woodland, high above Belfast, in summer light and heard, among leafed branche...

All scattered to the winds and ways, like blushing cherry blossom blown, the friends, he knew when not full-grown, have vanished from hi...

I didn’t come quickly to poetry I never did find it that cool What caught my attention Was punk rock aggression And showing my ass lik...

What’s worse, abandonment or else the guilt of breaking someone’s heart? I’d rather that my heart be stabbed by some beloved’s dagger-b...

These Coral reefs and coconuts Are Heaven on Earth to you Greek isles seem like Paradise And I know you feel that true But I’ve been ‘ro...

I never deserved you... So your closest friends said But those letters I sent you They must never have read The words I strung together ...

Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve If only there had been time to spare But now it seems all lost in my dreams And so instead I’m banging my h...

Grey gull, gliding gracefully in the September squall I need only your wings I have a plaintive call. Your Autumn is here again as, ...