Poetry - All Poetry on this page is copyrighted by me, Donna Page.

Circular Thought -  Donna Page 13 April 2024 

To Wish is to 
Dream.

To Dream is to

Hope.

To Hope is to 

Desire.

To Desire is to 

Want.

To Want is to

Long For

To Long For is to 

Wish.

The price is high - Donna Page 12 October 2023

I sit.
I stare.
I breath.
I hurt.
I love.
I grieve.
I wish.
I dream.
I loved so much.
I grieve so much.
I paid the price for love!

 Imprisoned - Donna Page Feb 2023

I am my own prisoner.

I built the walls of my gaol

I locked the doors against the pain

Though this was set to fail.

I am my own prisoner

Within this cell I stay 

People can live outside the door

The bars keep them at bay.

I am my own prisoner

I don’t want to go out there

I live alone inside my walls

Happy lives I dare not share.

I am my own prisoner

Hiding here from my fears

The fears that I can't share with you

The ones behind my tears.

Do You Care? By Donna Page

 Where will all the whales go,

When we poison all the water?

Will your regret be put on show,

If we do not cease this slaughter?

When we poison all the water,

Do you stand up to complain?

If we do not cease this slaughter,

What is it you have to gain?

Do you stand up to complain,

Or will you simply blame another?

What is it you have to gain?

Can our world truly recover?

Or will you simply blame another?

Deny your share of shame.

Can our world truly recover,

When only innocence we proclaim?

Deny your share of the shame,

And where will all the whales go?

When only innocence we proclaim,

Will your regret be put on show?

He Should Have Come Home - Terza Rima

By Donna Page

 I held you when our world went dark,

You steered my eyes towards the light,

But now the path is cold and stark.

 You chose to fight the hardest fight.

No matter what the words they said,

You fought the demon with such might.

 But now you lie so cold and dead,

From me, they stole your love, your life,

They lied to me, now tears I shed.

 I am now but your widowed wife,

My heart stabbed by the liar's knife.

You Choose the Path by Donna Page

 

On the table the map lay open, she was lost again, her soul wandering, her path was clearly laid out, but she did not want to take it, she preferred to see where her past had taken her, making sure that she never walked that way again, the map wanted her to follow it, as laid out in course, a path given to her by others, but destiny, or fate, did not want her to follow, she must lead, the future asks for that, the map must change.

3 New poems that I can now share. These were for a University Assessment

Bliss  

A mother and child share a bond

Of heart, of head, of soul.

The blissful moments, the grasps of sleep,

Making motherhood whole.

 

We look on with fondness of thought,

But cannot understand,

The love of a mother for her child

Sleeping there, hand in hand.

 

The lessons they learn are moments,

That seal this bond for life.

They share a path only they can walk

Where the unknown is rife.

 

That bond that is never broken.

Their hands will always clasp.

The love of a mother for her son,

Is out of stranger’s grasp.

 

Desire  

 He’s gone

Absent from sight,

Beneath the frozen soil,

I long to feel his gentle touch,

Again.

 

Her Future

Today she is born

Tomorrow is her unknown.

Life is her challenge.

These are some poems written as University exercises. A Cinquain, a Haiku and a Lune

"The day"

Again

The light seeps in,

Making reality

Much more painful and dark.

Begone

"Searching"

In the morning rain
I stand and hope to find peace
Peace is just not there

 "Colours in the Sky"

A red moon

In a dark blue sky

Colour on colour

Looking On by Donna Page

Waiting.
The machine gently hums

The beeping begins again.

Waiting.

More desperate now.

Like a petulant child.

Waiting!

It's demands unattended.

People so busy.

Waiting.

Our Days  by Donna Page 4/11/2021

Watching him in front of me;

Dozing.

Between awake and asleep.

He won't let him self go,

He knows the machine will beep soon.

He looks peaceful,

But tense

Today has been hard

The timing is wrong.

Nothing is as it should be.

Our abnormal life is more;

Abnormal.

Maybe by Donna Page 29/03/22

 

Daddy, look at that man over there,

His skin is so different to me.

Has he been in the sun too long?

And his hair it’s so curly, can you see?

 

Oh son, yes, he is so different to us,

His life is far from the same.

He probably smokes and drinks to much

And says the government’s to blame.

 

But Daddy I played with his little boy.

He was in the playground today,

We laughed and played on the swing and slides.

We weren’t different, in any way!

 

Oh, son as you get older, you’ll learn.

These people are not really the same,

They expect to be given everything

And they don’t have a cent to their name.

 

But Daddy, I made a new friend today

I don’t see a problem with him.

His name is Andrew, just like you,

The only difference is his skin.

 

Son, you can’t make friends with them.

They’ll expect too much from your life.

They’ll get you in trouble with the law

And expect you to get them out of strife.

 

Daddy, Andrew is only 5 years old

And he’s lucky because he lives with his Gran.

His Mum and his Dad look after her,

How can he be a bad man?

 

Son, you can tell just by looking,

He’s not worked a day in his life.                                                                                                                                                

Wouldn’t know what hard work was

And probably beats his wife.

 

Daddy how dare you say those things?

You don’t even know his name.

If his son is just like me

How can you not think we’re not the same?

 

Daddy, you really embarrass me.

I might only be 5 years old

But it seems I know better than you,

To not judge by what you’ve been told.

 

Daddy, I am not sure I like you now

You didn’t give the man a chance.

You didn’t even say hello to him,

You judged him with just a glance.

 

Son, how dare you say you don’t like me

I am you father, and you must obey!

Show me respect and be good for me,

Disrespect is not our way.

 

Daddy, but you disrespected him,

That Man who is Andrew’s dad.

He happens to be an engineer

Andrew thinks that's mad!

 

Daddy, he designs new bridges and things

To make sure that they stay strong

To help people get to work each day

How can you say that’s wrong?

 

Daddy, all people are important,

I mean you just work in a café

You make lunch and serve at tables,

To help people get through their day.

 

Daddy, what makes him different to you

Is that you don’t understand.

Just because he is not your colour

Doesn’t make him less of a man.

 

My son, I am so sorry,

I did judge him by his outside.

But it was what my parents did to me

For this I have no pride.

 

Son, I grew up in a very sad time

When people were treated so bad.

If I played with a child like Andrew,

I’d get a beating from my dad.

 

I guess I should know better now                                                

You’ve taught me a lesson today.

My parents were wrong in what they believed,

And I should be living a better way.

 

I’m sorry son, for what I just did,

Let's go over and say hello,

And maybe Andrew’s Dad might come over home

And talk about things we should know.

 

Every man upon this earth,

Is the same on the inside, if not out.

And it seems that kids, just like you,

Know what this world’s about.

Loneliness  by Donna Page 3/4/22

Alone.

Surrounded by people.

Alone.

Best friends, old friends.

Alone.

Family, Children.

Alone.

People everywhere.

Alone.

Without you I am simply alone.

I grieve alone.

I cry alone.

I look at the future alone.

I see nothing but alone.

Alone.

 The seduction in glass. By Donna Page 14 May 2022 

I stare at the bottle

Wishing for the oblivion I know it would bring.

Wanting to open the cap

And ask may I crawl within.

The temptation screams

For inside is not my world.

My broken life 

For a while would not hurt.

The sorrow engulfs

It surrounds so completely. 

I need to hide

This world has finally beat me. 

How much more

Before that allurement wins

My strength is gone

The true struggle begins

The bottle you see

Was oft my friend

When the madness in life

Simply had no end.

To forget, to obliterate, to abandon,to erase.

To continue, to fight, to stand up, to triumph.

Choices.