Poems By ken makepeace

Do they read my poems? Maybe not; maybe that is my lot But keep on writing I must, else my thoughts would turn to dust. And I wouldn't want that to happen - leaving my brain to go unused. But someone out there must be reading my work - maybe it's an office clerk or … Continue reading Turn To Dust

She came from afar, this beauty without a car, but she still drove me mad, but never left me sad. All I had to do was think about her often - more often than I cared. But her looks never dared, even with her eyes, which you could tell were never telling lies. Where is … Continue reading From Afar

Never say that I didn't care or wanted you to be around I need you so much that I can't keep my feet on the ground You take my breath away and I will love you till my dying day. If you don't believe me I don't mind. But I would never lie to you. … Continue reading My Reason Why

Do you know who I am? Do you listen to what I say? Maybe you don't care or give a damn. But one day you'll realise that I am here to stay, not worrying about the day - the day I first saw you - standing alone. You didn't even have your phone. I take … Continue reading Standing Alone

I roam from town to town without a frown - not just any town and not just in a country - could be abroad or it could be at home, but it could be anywhere that would give me a loan, even for just a few pennies, which would be plenty and at least I … Continue reading From Town to Town

Staring at four walls, never looking for the door. Just staying inside - my little place to hide - to keep everyone at bay. Feeling rather secure in a place to call my own: not like a prison cell, which could only be described as hell, and certainly not the best place to dwell. So … Continue reading Four Walls

Time to die, and time to cry but never a time to reason why. But let's live in hope for things to get better and forget about the weather and even pain and suffering Just live for today and leave people as they may - friends for a time and enemies never. And carry on … Continue reading Time To Die

Is there a day? Is there a tomorrow? Or is there just a world with sorrow - just tears to cry and no one to say goodbye to. Are we just living in a world that doesn't share or doesn't even want to care? But me, I'll just carry on in silence, hoping there'll be … Continue reading Is There A Day

Remember me when I'm no longer around. Rember me when the light begins to fade. My spirit will live on in hearts and souls, and I will never be forgotten by those who I knew. These words I tell you are all too true. So remember what I am saying, and do not forget the … Continue reading No Longer Around

What do you say? What do you do? Take no notice and that is true. Pretend I don't exist, or look for the nearest exit. Escape if you must, otherwise turn to dust. Or run and hide where you can never be found. Whichever you decide, you must remember this - I'm glad that you'll … Continue reading What Do You Say