Steven Pottle : Writing

�James Dean Is Dead�

�James Dean Is Dead�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


Does anyone know why we come into this world And why the planet was already here waiting for us What is the purpose of our visit Or should there ev..
�That There, These Here�

�That There, These Here�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


Opened the envelope unaware of what was inside Nice font, pastel colours and kind regards Had to read it a couple of times for the words to really ..
�Thunder Birds�

�Thunder Birds�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


You move me lightly Just like the sky that follows fast clouds You turn me into this thing – Some kind of creature that stalks the air It ..
�For God�s Sake�

�For God�s Sake�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


We’ve been here before- Whenever bright days are blinding us with a glorious glare Then thunder always seems to rumble dark around every corne..
�Black Ice�

�Black Ice�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


My smile hides behind The blood that runs around my gums My eyes dart about Breaking the silence with the flash of lashes The cold air is stil..
�The Weekenders�

�The Weekenders�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


I call you up at work on your mobile, but with nothing much to say It’s just that I know that you love to see my name appear on your display H..
�A Knife In The Fork Drawer�

�A Knife In The Fork Drawer�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


Suddenly sitting up for the third time Sweat rushing about at four in the morning And from outside the birds observe another panicked early worm&rsq..
�You Can Take The Boy Out Of��

�You Can Take The Boy Out Of��

A Poem by Steven Pottle


Please don’t worry about me As I’ve been here many times before It may appear painful now I’ll manage somehow Being lost has bec..
�War Versace�

�War Versace�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


We all stand on the front line waving our arms above our trends Another fashion whistle signals headaches for some We drop rubbish Es while the enem..
�The Same, But Different�

�The Same, But Different�

A Poem by Steven Pottle


I felt so tired last year My brain wanted to lift weights But my body was worn away Limbs seemed dead for near on two years My searching days were..