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My Lover'd Wish Me Dead

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

And in silence we embrace,but in his passion's steada creaking falseness takes its placeMy lover'd wish me dead!He holds up in candlelightA gleaming b..

I Can't Believe That I Am Damned

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

I can't believe that I am damnedThat I live without loveI can't believe I live a lieand should suffer in silence.How little I know!and yet it seemstha..

8:11 AM

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

8:11 AMThe clocks stopped at that momentAt least, my kindred heartFelt somethingWhen yours stoppedand wouldn't startFor that's when every mortal thing..

I Want to Write of the Beautiful Things

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

I spent so long writing about the bad things in lifeThe ugly thingsThe painful thingsAnd I thought that only pain was worth putting into writingThat t..

The Human Condition

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

Oft I have cursed the nature of my bones and of my mindOf pain that wracks both body and my soulAnd curse the human condition, crippling agonyThat com..

The Day The Beaches Rained

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

The blood did wash the beaches clean of tears and sweat that dayIt washed of us humanity, and each step brought us forthUnto the hell that awaited, up..

I Vow

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

My eyes first graced your innocence when first our world was newAnd nothing came of nothing; you were nothing more to meBut then you spoke and slowly ..

Stone

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

Passing strangers, footsteps pounding on the dusty asphaltBrushing off the now and filled with distanceLooking past me, only seeing futures filled wit..

By The Fireside

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

There is a place; I'll tell you nowFor suffering and fear resideWithin this foggy, wandering worldWhere youth and laughter carefree hideA city far bey..

Spring Rain

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet

Upon this dry and forlorn earthBlue tears streak crystallineLike voices trailing on the windThey wash upon the soilFigures, broken and rustedIn the bi..