Tag: Poem

Sit And Listen

by communicatingcreatively, posted in Poetry

Sit and listen
What do you hear?

I hear the sound
Of a New Year!

A New Year that brings
Promise, excitement and cheer

Opportunities abound
To all those who are near

It’s time to let go
Of all those fears

Work hard for your goals
Be sincere

Achieve your dreams
Make it your year!

 

Written by David Johnson
January 2016

 

© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2016

Jewels Of The Street

by communicatingcreatively, posted in Poetry

The rush of the wind
The falling of snow
Street lamps flicker
Causing the night to glow

The shops are like jewels
Along the streets
Like ships in a harbour
An organised fleet

Silently they stand
In the still of the night
Waiting for morning
For people to take flight

Queuing they will
For the lowest of prices
Ready to snap up
Those wonderful appliances

Through the hustle and bustle
Of that long-sales-day-grind
The staff will try to be
Both patient and kind

And when it’s time to close
The sales day is done
People return to their homes
And look over what they’ve won

The street returns to silence
The night begins to fall
The shop goes to sleep
Until the next sales day calls.

Written by David Johnson
27 December 2015

© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2015

The Library

by communicatingcreatively, posted in Books, Poetry

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Rising To The Surface

by communicatingcreatively, posted in Poetry

Crying from the depths
Life can be suffocating
Epic struggles
Seem incapacitating

Tricky to handle
At times…
Through patience and will
Our thoughts they climb

Rising to the surface
Building strength
Arms in the air
Fists clenched

Courage the staple
Willing yourself through
Rewards are a plenty
All the while, you grew

Take from this
All you can learn
Reap the benefits
From all that you earn

Written by David Johnson
21 October 2015

© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2015

Contemplative Will

by communicatingcreatively, posted in Poetry

Contemplative moves
Contemplating self
The players deny
Any offers of help

Locked in a battle
Of wits with a friend
Two players duel
And contemplate the end

Strategies imparted
Strategies rebuked
This day’s win
Will be no fluke

Eye contact minimal
Nothing is given away
Piece for piece traded
Nothing stands in their way

All eyes on the duo
Patience unbending
As each of them seeks
The perfect of endings

On this overcast day
In the middle of the park
These two will keep duelling
Till well after dark

When the match has concluded
Shake hands, yes they will
Until they next meet
To get their ‘Chess thrill!’

Written by David Johnson
20 September 2015

© CommunicatingCreatively/David Johnson 2015