Poems By ken makepeace

Where did you go? You vanished into thin air as if you had to dare. Gone without a trace. Hidden from the human race. Will you come back? Will you show? Who will know, who care? Only those who wanted you to be there Was I one of them? You'll have to guess. Until then, … Continue reading Where Did You Go?

We don't believe in evolution Never heard of devolution And that is why we are the children of the revolution.

The winter bites in, leaving me to shiver and Leaves me in all of a quiver, not able to get   Warm, even though it has gone well past Dawn -  the time I last began to yawn. So it looks it like I’m staying here in the cold, With my bones getting old. But … Continue reading The Winter Bites In

If we only knew. If we only cared. What would Have happened if we’d had dared to run away, Never to come back any other day? Or lose  Control of what we saw, or learnt to live a life That was never a bore? We could always tell the truth and never lie Never steal … Continue reading If We Only Knew

How I became a poet started by chance I happened to look at poetry at a glance Now I’m hooked on compiling words and Rhyming is by no means a blur. Couplets and quadrants go hand in hand I’d rather write poems than join a brass Band. Composing words makes life so grand And seeing … Continue reading How I Became A Poet

The days not so lonely - the Nights very cold, with the frost sifting in the air. The stars shining brightly, with one shooting afar The stillness all so clear, with daylight getting near and the sun appearing in the East. The calm of the night vanishing with the call of birds chirping away, letting … Continue reading The Days not So Lonely

Need to find time to catch the dealer - the man who hands out the fate - the wheel of fortune, I need to keep in tune Never miss an opportunity or rush in too soon - need to seek Providence - the fate is in my hands - need to makes plenty of money … Continue reading Catch The Dealer

I was told that there were days like this - full of bliss, plenty to kiss. Things happening that I wouldn't want to miss. Days that were gold where secrets didn't need to be told. How I'm going to enjoy life before I get old. So, remember - there are days like this and if … Continue reading Days Like This

What's it all about? Shall we all shout out? We can listen to the music as it plays or we could live in a haze and tell everyone that we are amazed - to realize nobody is there, or anyone who seems to care about living in the world today, because I could have sworn … Continue reading What’s It All About