Welcome to my poems directory.
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A Floating Lantern
by Pete Scopes
21/02/2012
... Slowly it rises then soon gathers pace With wind at its feet but only wind to chase Higher and higher, ever upwards it glides Above to the mountains floating in the skies...
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The Ocean's Call
by Pete Scopes
07/02/2012
The Ocean tempts for a sole sailor To weigh anchor upon her open seas Waves drum and the gulls sing the march Of a man who does as he please...
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A Foreigner in a strange land
by Pete Scopes
15/05/2011
I walk beside the road, listening to the people speak The odd word do I understand but I am a foreigner this week Far from my regular home embracing life at a slower pace Heads are turning, confounded looks but mostly smiles on their face...
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An Old Steam Train
by Pete Scopes
16/02/2011
An old steam train set off once more Full to the brim, people almost out the door With an almighty toot and a straining heave Leaving me on the platform alone to grieve Now I'm left staring at these ruggedly tracks Hoping one day that it might come...
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On my way to Yeadon
by Pete Scopes
20/01/2011
Long shadows stretch over the bus, Spindly branches, like fingers, reach over the over. The hypnotic flickering between the trees Forcing my eyelids to become heavy. A clear blue sky contrasts the recent week, Like the sun's rays contrast the frigi...
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Wonder, Ponder
by Pete Scopes
20/02/2010
I lie awake and wonder, About places I have yet to be, And on and on I ponder, About places I shall never see. Further than the rising sun, Deeper than the deepest sea, Wider than any savannah runs, Taller than the tallest tree. Snow shimmers ...
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Welcoming Homes (whilst travelling)
by Pete Scopes
29/09/2009
Sore feet cry for upliftance Heavy legs call for a seat Buckling knees squeak for peace Aching backs plead for alighted burdens Hungry stomachs bellow for a morsel Weary lungs pant for ease Tired hearts drum for a break Sleepy eyes yawn for a rest And be...
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On Leaving this Place
by Pete Scopes
04/08/2009
So what can I say about the prospect of travel? What can be said about the thought of leaving? I am torn; On one hand there is hope of adventure that lies ahead, the freedom it gives and the thrill of the unknown. On the other there is the pain of sayi...