Compartment 114
Compartment 114
The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...

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The Hampstead Poet : Writing

Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


If I died today, I would want my children to know three things: that I love them more than anything else in the world, that I want for them to be happ..
Immortal

Immortal

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Decked in silks, bright and rejoicing,The dark hall echoes with the ghost of a feast,Carefree laughter, chatter, and dancingThe tatters of a past from..
No Wealth Greater Than Love

No Wealth Greater Than Love

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


They sing the songs of victory, of triumph and successThey sing of all the rich and bold, of those adventurousThe good, the bad, the smitten lovers, a..
Enlightenment

Enlightenment

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Angelic spotlight, slice of tranquilGlistening amid the subdued huesPearly white, pristine, celestialAccented with fleeting bluesThe sun's pure ray, i..
Middle School

Middle School

A Story by The Hampstead Poet


The halls echo with a cacophony of chatter, filling my ears with a thunderous noise that pierces me and, at the same time, threatens to force me back ..
Here I Sit in the Holly Alone

Here I Sit in the Holly Alone

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


If I could ever achieve a perfect world, I would give up anything. This poem is a metaphor for the people who give themselves up to save our world and..
Solitude

Solitude

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


Alone, I stand, in the company of darknessShed I no tear lest I make a soundThe silence echoes, resounding in my earsAnd there I stand, rooted to the ..
Final Imprint

Final Imprint

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


A footstep, soft and timidEchoes down empty corridorsHardly leaves an imprintFor the days when I am no moreWhat songs have I sung in my lifetimeThat p..
I Uphold the Burning Flag

I Uphold the Burning Flag

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


A flash of scarlet, pool of bloodSurrounded now, too lateAnd still I hold the burning flagAloft, against fire and hateWe sung songs of victoryOf a fre..
The Lake

The Lake

A Poem by The Hampstead Poet


In despair, in happinessI sat beside a lakeAnd shimmering, I saw reflectedMy torment and heart-acheMy soul was torn, my heart was crackedMy smile and ..