Guernsey Poets

I was born from you But you’d never know For you love for me Did never show The last on your list of priorities I often prayed upon my...

It's time to cut out the deadwood and pile it in the yard in front of the polling station it needn't be too hard yes, it'...

I wish to declare my long-held disquiet regarding the inaccurate image of modern poetry presented by media, schools and the like where th...

Yesterday I saw you, A shadow walking, Wearing your sorrow Like a too heavy coat, Your face was pale And the sparkle had been Extingui...

The church is beset by scaffolding. A spider web of Metallica. Inside the welcome porch, The labourers stand to, folded neatly In their ...