andrew mitchell : Writing

THE LONER

THE LONER

A Poem by andrew mitchell


A loner knows isolation well,For he can sense coldness just by smell.He feels like a beacon way out to seaAway from the mainland, few people see.Ridin..
AGENTS OF GREENER PASTURES

AGENTS OF GREENER PASTURES

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Obsession, temptation are two of a kindRelentless in possessing the fragile mindBringing disruption with all their might,Instilled in the victim, day ..
NIGHTLY WANDERINGS OF A WORLD INSIDE

NIGHTLY WANDERINGS OF A WORLD INSIDE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


You're fast asleepAnd the dream kicks inTo wrap around youAs your seclusion begins.Where no one can find you;You're all on your ownFor your door is no..
THE MENU FOR TODAY

THE MENU FOR TODAY

A Poem by andrew mitchell


From where I sitThe light shines throughMy bedroom window,The garden, the view.Its autumn nowWith roses in bloomAnd leaves whirl byTo their pending do..
NOTES IN A DIARY

NOTES IN A DIARY

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Secrets in a diaryAll written down in penSecret thoughts and feelings,All found hidden within.The cover hides the storyOf what's detailed insideFrom t..
SOLITUDE LIES IN THE MEADOWS

SOLITUDE LIES IN THE MEADOWS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


Amongst the tall grassesWhere the crickets playNibbling a stem of grassMy thoughts cloud the day.The meadow is my mattressSurveying the blue skySolitu..
HYPNOTIC TRANCE OF THE FIRE'S DANCE

HYPNOTIC TRANCE OF THE FIRE'S DANCE

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The wood crackles,the heat intenseas the flames dance,that warm caress.Holding your gaze,burning your thoughts,its time to driftwhen eyes are caught.T..
THE HOMELESS- TODAY'S GHOSTS

THE HOMELESS- TODAY'S GHOSTS

A Poem by andrew mitchell


The forgotten wanderIn the cold of nightThey long for shelterThe homeless plight.Lonely beings that have no faceLonging for kindness;A human embrace.
A MIRROR'S PORTRAIT

A MIRROR'S PORTRAIT

A Poem by andrew mitchell


That shiny object on the shelfcollecting dust like myself.I see an image, something old;Creases, wrinkles, familiar folds.A closer look. Oh it's gross..
FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH

FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH

A Poem by andrew mitchell


In a blink of an eyeAn idea is bornAnd if its not nurturedThe idea will be gone.But this seed of thoughtGiven time to growFrom a seed to a tree;The gr..