Guernsey Poets

To a woodland glade  with a brand new spade  in the middle of the night I know that it’s not right I’ve claimed one more I’m beyond th...

I don’t know why I envy him. I think that he should envy me. He may attend a fancy gym, look GQ cool, write poetry, play the guitar, be ...

She knows Which side her bread’s buttered, She sits Her long manicured nails, pristine, Tap tapping As she mindlessly types, She sees ...

You saw me And you smiled knowingly, That early morning as I passed Walking the walk of shame, I nodded back in acknowledgement But my ...