Not All Poems Rhyme

This is actually a song I wrote but I think it works well as a poem too, so here it is: I grab my pencil crayon and begin to shade Everything that's in my head I could draw well and let all my emotions fade But I'll draw what I want instead If I was neat enough, and If I was sweet enough, then They would never think to say Colour within the lines, oh Blend in and you'll be fine, cos Who wants to stand out anyway?  I grab my paintbrush and the canvas starts to show Everything that's in my mind And though I can't draw well, the colours seem to glow With all the feelings that I find Though I'm not neat enough, and Though I'm not sweet enough, I Still won't listen when they say Colour within the lines, oh Blend in and you'll be fine, cos Who wants to stand out anyway?  I'm not that good At drawing what I'm meant to on a page But I know that I could Draw it anyway and I know that I wo...

Here is another song. The road is winding and the light is dying out And I keep finding myself drowning in the doubt Will I ever find anyone out here? But I keep walking this way, year after year And one day, I’ll find my way back home And I’ll stay, even if I stay alone There’s gotta be a way, nothing’s ever set in stone  And though the path may lead to nowhere, at least I will have known At least I will have known Another night where there is nobody I know I wander though I don’t know where I’m meant to go I’m still lost without a soul to guide me back Someone please save me or I’ll end up way off track But one day, I’ll find my way back home And I’ll stay, even if I stay alone There’s gotta be a way, nothing’s ever set in stone  And though the path may lead to nowhere, at least I will have known At least I will have known Somebody find me, Somebody save me now Somebody guide me I think I’m lost right now I think I’m l...

I wrote this poem for National Poetry Day. Free as the wind The wind in her hair Born thick-skinned Because a kid doesn’t care A kid doesn’t think  What the others will say A kid doesn’t shrink ‘Cos she just wants to play Wants to play with her mates And she won’t let it go If they want to decide on her fate She’ll say “no” “I can be who I want And there’s no way to stop it There’s no way that I’m not Flying off in a rocket One day when I’m grown And you’re stuck on the ground  I’ll be zooming through space Where there’s no-one around ‘Cept the sky, and the stars And the nothing I love And the things that there are In that space high above ‘Cause I’m gonna be there And you’ll still be stuck here And I never will care No, it’s not you I fear I can be who I want And you bet that it’s true Do you see that I’m not  Going to listen to you?” She’s free as the birds The birds in the sky So whatever you heard,...

I wrote this in response to the bombing of the Ariana Grande concert in Manchester. Compassion and peace, hope, mercy, love, If a person has these, then they have enough Religion is based on this common ground Its core is well-meaning, its philosophies sound Terror attacks that you see on TV Are not caused by people like you or like me They are caused by humans with lack of respect Who turn from qualities that others expect No matter how unfortunate some people seem, They can live off belief, and some self-esteem Religious or not, when dark days are rough, If a person is loving, then they have enough.

Are you chewing gum, boy? I don't know, you tell me!. Are you still awake, boy? Of course, can't you see? Would you do that at home, boy? Well, sir, I just don't know. Do you   want a detention, boy? Nah, but maybe tomorrow

I wrote this for a talent show at a festival called Greenbelt. Scouse accent optional but highly recommended.  I'm gonna be on a show Yeah, I'm gonna be on TV I'm gonna be on Mastermind Specialist subject: L.F.C. Or maybe I'll show off my talent And sing on BGT I think I'm a great singer But my friends all disagree Or perhaps I'll go on the Chase And take on Anne Hegerty I'd take the highest offer But be caught by question three I could go on Pointless 'Cos that sounds just like me As long as famous Scousers was my final category I'm gonna be on a show Yeah, I'm gonna be on TV Or I could just keep my curlers in  And watch it over tea

The most recent survey taken by GOV.UK (taken in 2011) found that 51% of the UK population is female. This poem, entitled “51%” is my response to this: 51% That's 51% of our corner of the earth Who are constantly fighting to prove what they are worth And the people they are fighting are the people at the top And the reason they are fighting is because they cannot stop They will not stop to catch their breath while they're climbing up the mountain They will fight until it's finished, and what will it amount to? It may amount to nothing but an even longer war Raging on inside our conscience about who this fight was for But the answer's pretty simple if you take a rest to see That it's for the 51% of the people just like we Notice I said "we", because we are a collective A collective of women who are fighting for respect, and We will stand on that podium with the 49% Because we would have absolutely no reason to resent If you granted us the r...