Guernsey Poets

The new Saviour is here: a girl child this time was it prophesied? For I have not seen it in the runes or written in the scrolls scri...

At Open Mic on Monday night the theme was ‘Leave’ but still they came in ones and twos, all burning bright with sheafs of poems, no two t...

Growing up in hard stuff can distort your life you respond to things, with a glare, and a growl but it can be so different . . if you rise...

Did you burn out in the fire When the flames got too high Did you lose your shroud of cloud When you touched the sky Was your temple mad...

So that’s why I’m on the beer this morning, Last night I had nowhere to sleep, Rough and ragged on a hard park bench, The stars and the c...