Discombobulated

The world is confusing, Hit by daily delusions. Desperate need of a transfusion, Of truth and fact. Those in charge risk anarchy, By their lack of transparency. Laws made inconsistently, While the public react. Suicide rates sky high. The economy is running dry. Poverty rising we can’t deny. There is a deep impact. What is…

Wireless

Wireless Wired minds, Constant. Non stop, Plugged in. Computerised. Connected, Like never before. The cost is great, Real connections lost. Time together, Screen time, Not real time. A notification sound, Alerting a need, A fear of missing out. While missing living life, Moments lost forever, To devices. Made mobile, Convenient, Until they’re not. By Katie…

Wallpaper

I’ve come to realise in life,I am no bodies favourite.I am not loved by many,Nor sought for friendship. I try to be a good person,A loving sister, a fun Aunt,A good friend.My efforts fall below,Expectations escape me. Kindness and compassion,Are my outward choices.Yet still I am wallpaperFaded and worn,Barely noticeable,I simply exist. By Katie Haigh©️…

Poetic Thoughts

It’s funny how a poet can share their darkest thoughts through their art without reaction or consequence.©️K.Haigh

You are Covid19

You are Covid19 You wanted to see the world, Make friends along the way. Instead everyone runs from you, Trying to keep you at bay. You spread yourself out wide,  As generous as can be.  We all reacted with fear, Even though you, we can not see. You see you’re a killer, Silent and deadly…

Adjustifcation

It’s funny how we adjust, To the unadjustable. At the start, We felt our world collapse. Our minds in unrest, Our souls despaired. As our hearts yearned, For those out of reach. We battled daily thoughts, Trying to steady ourselves, In the anarchy of life. Uncertain times, Meant no time scale. No knowledge of when,…

Strawberry Top

Day 19 of Napowrimo and today’s prompt was to use a sea shell name to write a piece. I choose Strawberry top because to me it means something. I have been called many of the names in this poem’ just because I have I have ginger hair. Strawberry Top I’d never date a Ginger Ginger…

Silver Lined Clouds

The windows all misty Rain droplets on its pane I take a penny Create a face Ice is dissolving My breath steams the sky I blow out puffs of hot air Like a dragon after its fire The leaves have all fallen Lay crisp on the ground I push together and crunch Beneath fluttered feet…