All posts tagged poetry


Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Can’t take anymore of this emotional pain,
Day by day sending me insane.
I long to close my eyes and fall asleep forever,
Let my soul float away as light as a feather.

A black cloud hangs above me wherever I go,
My darkest thoughts lurk in the shadow.
We’re all dying since the day we were born,
A fact of life, no need to mourn.

On borrowed time we all wait
In a crazy queue to visit fate.
I’d like to push in front of line
So certain death soon will be mine.

Cycling Uphill Through Blancmange

Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

I’m cycling uphill through blancmange,
It’s raining with a storm on the way.
There’s a flesh eating zombie behind me
And I’m not even sure of the day.

There’s a sea of lava towards me
And a shark with a big Toblerone.
Small pigeons are circling above me
And the battery’s run out on my phone.

My bicycle now has a puncture,
I think it’s the end of the line.
I’m going to stop for a bite to eat
And a glass of gooseberry wine.


Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

I want you to hold me
But I push you away,
I want to talk to you
But I don’t know what to say.

I want to be rescued
But look after myself,
Enjoy being single
But not left on the shelf.

I want to be adored
But given my space,
Have a whirlwind romance
At a slow, languid pace.

I need you to want me
But to not suffocate,
Love me forever,
Please don’t let it turn to hate.


Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Plump, squidgy clouds that want to be cuddled,
Swirly fast skinny ones all mixed up and muddled,
Celestial jellyfish floating up high,
Giraffes and elephants bobbing on by.

Angry black fierce clouds all mean and moody,
Swollen full with rainwater, darker and broody,
Battling horsemen galloping fast aloft
While sharks, eels and vipers sneakily waft.

Unique and so special, not seen again,
Dried up by the sun and erased by the rain,
Like souls moving on through the heavens above,
Each one has been embraced by natures love.

Can We

Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

Can we run down the beach
And into the waves,
Go deep sea exploring
To underground caves.

Can we climb mountains high
To reach for the moon,
Maybe catch a lift
On a hot air balloon.

Can we lie in a field
Watching clouds in the sky,
Holding hands in the grass
As swallows fly by.

Can we snuggle up close
In a warm embrace,
Gliding through life
At our very own pace.

Burning Secrets

Published January 14, 2015 by Naomi Rettig

It started off just as a joke
By staking him out on the ground,
We didn’t start to cause any harm
Only to just provoke.

The sand was hot and coarse to feel
When we left him there alone,
It was when the hot sphere came out
That started his ordeal.

The sun rose high into the sky,
Beads of sweat gathered on his brow,
Turning a very dark orange
Blisters broke out on his thigh.

The pus filled bubbles were red,
Then yellow-like gunge oozed out.
These blisters exploded all over
Leaving pits in his head.

His eyes shrivelled like dead mushrooms,
His throat was boiled dry and on fire,
Immense black shadows of vultures
Circle as they loom.

We both went back after a day
To see if he would pass the test,
To our horror we found the body
Dead in the silent bay.