Monday, April 15, 2019

Infinite




strained love,
no more communication,
nigh on a year,
been breaking the soul,
there’s no sign,
of the never ending heartache,
see how it hurts,
all up in the air.

flying high,
to get me past the viper,
wings cut,
by the angel standing by,
standoff,
 father time has his moment,
leaving them all,
in a state of despair.

hot wind,
blows from the mouth of fools,
one feels,
the time has arrived,
a world spins,
while a dream is put together,
a tower of gold,
heading straight for the sky.

all eyes,
reach out for the ending,
circles squared,
as it falls  to the ground,
no screams,
upon the shattered landing,
flight takes a fall,
now there is blood on the sand.

Author Steve Boddey
For Poetry Pantry

Monday, April 8, 2019

The Silence



The silence was eerie, no wind, no noise of any kind.

As I walked along the pathway my footsteps interrupted the silence of the evening. It was as though each step taken had increased in volume, creating a shattering noise that echoed as the final rays of daylight faded and the stars glistening brightly took centre stage.

I stopped to listen for any other noise; I could hear my heart pounding as blood pumped its way through. My breathing became rapid as I took a step forward and heard the crunch underfoot.

The moonlight made silhouettes of my surrounding. I could see shadows of various things. Another step forward and the dried leaves crumbled once more under my boot.

I stood there in the moonlight sweat beading, then trickling down my face.


Listen, just listen said the silence.

Author Steve Boddey

Saturday, April 6, 2019

My Candle



My candle burns at both ends,
Hell I must be good,
My candle burns in mid-air,
Not on steel nor any wood.
Light that flickers with the breeze,
A mesmerizing sight,
Draws ones eye to the middle,
A flame that's left and right.
As my candle burns both ends,
The fires join as one, 
As quickly as the wax dispersed,
What was had also gone.

Author Steve Boddey

For Poetry Pantry Imaginary Gardens


Sunday, March 31, 2019

A Simple Tale



When the one whose hand you’re holding
Is the one who holds your heart
You remember how this came to be,
How it tore you both apart,
You think of all the times you cried,
All the times you went without,
The silence in the world around you,
It never heard you shout!
You look across the bed now,
You watch the woman sleep,
Her heart is in your hands now,
Her heart and soul you keep.

Author Steve Boddey

Monday, March 25, 2019

Love




autumn fall,
summer rain,
reaching out. 
to catch the rainbow,
calm comes again.

This one is for you darling!
soft and warm,
hear the voice,
calm the dark,
whispered words,
all by choice.

we believe,
life’s not a wheel,
come the dawn,
love breaks,
the chains of steel.

Whitesnakes do it better ...........

For Poetry Pantry

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