Rich Heads & Break Down

Poetry 1 Minute

Break Down

Placid is none
all disturbed
distorted
destroyed

Waves continue to ripples
Hard breeze divides, brushing soft

All is movement, nothing stops

Rich heads

She walks inside me
In a cool drift
A heavenly scent of roses
An angelic face
With such a wicked smile

The beauty in her silence
With those well spoken lips
To step a word
And toe no wrong but truth

The grace in her sway
With class, a luscious veiling dress
Her hands at hips
To the contours of virtue

The memory of my love
Her blonde locks torn back
Such seeking eyes, fuming with curiosity
And her mind was sharp
Had it existed

Weekly Theme:
Memory Lane

All poems featured this week were written when I was in my early to mid-teens.
I’ve corrected spelling and obvious grammatical errors, otherwise they remain untouched.

As promised, some images from the books.

Published by Michael 'mouse' Murdoch

Published

33 thoughts on “Rich Heads & Break Down”

    1. Thank you. I wrote it about an ex girlfriend after seeing her for the first time after a long absence.

      I think people were doubting the existence of the books 🤣

      Enjoy the rest of your weekend

      mouse

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      1. That’s kind of the best though. I have such a good memory that forgetting is a fun novelty to me.
        It’s like a treasure hunt in my own mind.

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      2. That is a great way of looking at it. Instead of worrying about all the things you’ve done and forgotten, lurking behind every door 😳
        I’ve relocated to the other side of the world, less concern with the past biting me on the arse this way 😂

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      3. I’ve relocated across the country and multiple states, but I was always a little angel so I have no concerns 🤣

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      5. Ah but if you remember, it was Harley Unhinged. The rebirth happened when I came back to WP 😉

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      1. Definitely!

        I’ve got quite a bit of stuff that’s managed to survive the ages. It’s great to look back on I think.

        I’ve posted a couple of teenage Charmer dittys that passed the acid test on here – but the majority of them are just moody and arrogant to be fair.

        Great to see how my style has changed over the years! 😜😉🖤

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      2. You seem to be one of the lucky ones in that respect.
        Is there any way we can tell the poems apart?
        So typical teenage poetry then 🤣
        And it continues to change 😉💚

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  6. “To the contours of virtue” Love it! Quality stuff mouse, I was nowhere near this level as a teenager. 👍👏

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      1. 😂😂😂 Tell me about it! Ode to our youth when we knew and could do it all! 😛😛😂😂

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    1. Thanks. It didn’t stay that way for long. I doubt I could write like that now.
      In math we would intentional wrote small and fuzzy when we weren’t sure of answers. The teacher didn’t have the best sight and would often just mark correct instead of asking 🤣

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