Forever

The skies of blue Turn to dark grey When I'm not with you. The only thing To see, I pray, Are your eyes, sparkling As I did yesterday- Though not today- For the rest of 'forever'. This short poem is sponsored by Lauren's Tears On The Train Home (you've. probably guessed... this is not a…

In Celebration: My favourite poets (for National Poetry Day)

October 4th. Today is National Poetry Day. Typically, on this day, I post a poem of my own in celebration, but since I posted one yesterday and have a growing passion for reading poetry again (helped along by studying English Literature), and that's how I've spent my day, I wanted to share some of my…

Technicolour (Poetic prose by Lauren Curr)

In a world where all looks scare her, eyes meet. There's a flash of technicolour, standing out, in a world usually seen in black and white vision. Illuminated joy seeps through the waves of life; the salt usually blurs even the brightest of stars and crashes on the sandbanks too fast to even gasp for…

Borders – Poem by Lauren Curr

An original poem by Lauren Curr. - Borders Can't define us, Don't align us- Let us be. - Who can say What's yours or not On stolen Territory? - Humans Love and humans hurt It's just life, You see. - Why not, For just one last day, You let us All be free. We're coming…

Tick, tick (the unspoken)

Tick, tick- Two years since I knew something wasn't right, I knew- just not what. I thought I deserved it. Deserved what? What was wrong? Two years since I cried, I cried, I cried until my sadness, my hatred turned to sheer emptiness- a void (where a whole heart should have been). You were my…

Candidly me (poem- by Lauren Curr)

A poem based on Daily Post’s prompt ‘candid’, centric around my own personal feelings about candid photographs

The Smile (a poem by Lauren Curr)

"Is it alright if I sit here?" A voice deeper than some chirped, It must've where she's from and She smiled the night away. Her make up glowing from her cheeks, Her facial bones a silver line, But what was dazzling is eau natural, It's her radiant beaming smile. Lips made up with raspberry-red, Glitter…

Warmth in the cold (a tale of comfort)

Autumn is definitely my favourite season. Everything about it screams comfort, and maybe being an Autumn baby helps that. I do, however, find, that through the warmth of the season, I also crave comfort, and when reflecting on this with friends, they agreed with me. The crave for comfort is something that very much needs…

Senses of Autumn

A little autumnal poem inspired by the 5 senses

Everything changes- moving forward

"What I thought was so permanent fades..." Today marks the first day of the week my dear friends will have officially moved into their university towns. I'm over the moon for them, honestly, but I guess it marks the end of an era and is forcing me to accept we're all moving on. It was…