Poetry – Hugh's Views & News

As Summer Fades

Published on September 19, 2018February 2, 2022 by Hugh W. Roberts

white trash bin under red leaves tree — Photo by Dianne on Pexels.com

Given that summer is fading fast and the autumn equinox is on September 23rd in the northern hemisphere, it seemed apt to share this post again.

Poetry is something I still find incredibly difficult to write.

This was the first-ever poem I wrote and published on my blog.

I hope you enjoy this first attempt.

First published on 3rd September 2014, I give you –

via As Summer Fades

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Gateway – #writephoto

Published on September 19, 2016February 2, 2022 by Hugh W. Roberts96 Comments

It’s infrequent I write poetry, but this came to me when I saw the #writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent at Daily Echo.

#writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent - Daily Echo — Credit: Sue Vincent – Daily Echo

Before you read the poem, please be assured that I am very well, enjoying life, and haven’t touched a drop…yet.

This is the gateway to heartache
This is the gateway to my soul
This is the gateway to all of me
My thoughts, my secrets, my control.
Don’t enter this gateway
Don’t put a foot inside
For what will wake up and confront you
Will be sadness, my tears, not joy.
Find me a lock and find me the key
So I can protect you from all that is me
Build up a brick wall and pass me on by
So this gateway to nightmares will no longer horrify.

I think it shows that these photo and writing challenges are a brilliant way to bring out the unusual in my writing.

I rarely write poetry because I find it so challenging to write, so I’d love to know what you think of this rare attempt.

Footprints In The Snow – A Poem For Christmas

Published on December 17, 2014January 28, 2022 by Hugh W. Roberts42 Comments

Footprints in the snow
Lovers kiss under the mistletoe
On the tree the lights do shine
Once again it is Christmas time

In the church the sound of a choir
While up above the moon climbs higher
Stockings hanging, gifts all wrapped
The sound of Santa, sleigh all stacked

Carrots for Rudolph, a sherry for Gran
A bottle of something from Uncle Stan
As midnight approaches the world falls asleep
And in the morning the snow will be deep

No more shopping, those socks will do
Nobody will guess what I got for you
As Christmas approaches, a new year awaits
Wise men are wondering what stars hold their fate