This Is Me

'A warm heart, A smiling Face. A summer's blume. 'Little one's' tiny pace.' Trickeling pond water crashes against my head, Gentle in the calm, but fighting in my bed. Creams and blues. Greens and every colour you could Ever imagine. Playing musical instruments. While the daffodills hibernate, Summer has come soon. To shut out winter's gloom and doom. Dragonfly's, nesting near the water, A shot of red, a shot of blue, Never realised how quickly they flew! Until my tiny hands, grabbed a few! Mother's speach, whispered by bankside, As not to scare the tiny fish, Any movement now, There...! Make a wish! Night dawning, blue-black sky, The moon present among the trees, Owls taking flight, fish begin to bite, A BARN OWL! You don't get them in the town, I'd like to be a country girl, I decide. Snuggle up among the grass, Dew present, I begin to laugh In the silence of the night. Little sheep at the end of the year! ...

I'm looking in, to both your eyes. Pupils changing, shape AND size, Anger, pain, shock and sadness, Torn between your weakened roots, A moments wish to become mute. I'm pulled between both hearts and mind, Critisizing some beliefs of mine. Lonesome, HATRED, wish and dream! Without the two would leave me senseless. Both hearts and Mind left feeling Desolate. I'm looking in, to both your minds, Both giving in to different lies. Anger, pain, shock and sadness, I'm torn between the grounds you walk. Then back to you I'm forced, To walk. Beyond belief. By Boneata Bell This poem is copyrighted. If you wish to use this for any purpose please contact me on Bonnie0908@live.co.uk

Your warm eyes, stil remain in my mind. Sudden stillness brings those grey clouds drifting by. Still nonesence that stabs my brain, Your somewhere, past those grey clouds, Sending my impossible dreams insane. Waiting patiently for this nightmare to end, Hoping that my broken heart will naturally mend. Glued to my pierced brain is your picture, My heart is torn, If only you were here with me, Kneeling on the crying lawn. My body rejects my lifeless head, My face and cheeks both turning red. My bubble of hope still flickers on. Like a candle, naturally will fade, Dragging down my soul through darkness And holding on to my illuminous jade. By Boneata Bell Lincolnshire. This poem is copyrighted. If you wish yo use it for any purpose please contact me on Bonnie0908@live.co.uk

Shattering furiously As the moon haunts the sky, The air echoing like an emty space Each tiny molecule sufforcating from my tight embrace. Screaming silence And the stars call out to hell, Fog and water vapour drifting like a clouded bed. Tightly pulling like cotton and thread. Sharp and alert The trees stand like warriors, Still and resting from preditor and life, Slicing the bolder like skin to a knife. inhaling poisoned air, Lying down but not resting or still Danger flying quickly throughout the night. But not giving up without a fight. Boneata Bell This poem is copyrighted. Please contact me if you wish to use this for any purpose.

Darkness was upon me but shaded by light. Leaving him, causing me terrible fright. Although he'll always be on my mind, How can you love, a dream you cannot find? By Boneata Bell 17, Lincolnshire This poem is copyrighted

Maybe he never cuddled me. The way I imagine. Maybe when the fears were there, he was a dragon, not a fairy. Maybe when I cry For him, He's a shark, pictured as a kitten, Playful and always there, but hiding bare. Maybe when I smile To the memories. They were few, Not because of little time, but many fueds. Maybe he loved me, But not the way of my mind, Just mankind's Natural emotion. Daughter and father. Never unbroken. Maybe he missed me, When the days came Then went. Maybe he longed, for the end of the night, and a turkish delight. Instead of his daughter. Maybe one was two, And maybe two were one, All I can do is hope And long. That he truely cared the way, I, remember. Boneata Bell 21/02/2011 01.50

Alive ---> I sence you. I feel you. Nothing more than a blank wind. To move my tiny strands of hair, Across my bare and senceless skin. Dead ---> I feel no touch. Or morning mist. Nothing but happiness thickingnig Within. My ghostly body, white in mind, Silver by find. Alive ---> I feel everything. The stab woumb. Penetrating my chest. The deep loc ness Of mystery contained Within. Dead ---> Darkness fills my bony frame, I am not lame, But he is. I point in direction Of a bloody reflection. Alive ---> Smile like it's real, Even shed a tear. For your here today You'll be gone tomorrow, To a world rigged with sorrow? Or a life such as this? Boneata Bell 20/02/2011 01.36AM

Colours float inside my house. Colours of expression. My windows paint a dragon's head The words not yet said - Just bursting to be said. Orange creaps close to My walls Silent flames, silent falls Music silently loud above night Dragon warrior China's knight. Deep red. Burgandy. Black White Yellow. Colours patterns historical mellow. Velvet, ribbon, cotton and wool Elegance in material. Cheers, laughter. Smiling  faces. Cuddeling, dancing tight embrases. Crowds gathered Each and every year to celebrate This magic funfair. Wonders seen. Wonders heard Dragons, lanterns, lizards, birds. Beautiful surrounding emotional sights begins... Chinese festive delight. By Boneata Bell

I support you. Why should there be a God or why shouldn't there? I have always had a different belief to most that I know, as my belief follows many different paths. Not the path that one person drew out, to me the bible is no gosphel, nor neither is the Qu'ran. I believe there is no set of rules. I believe if we make a mistake and we feel guilt, we will be forgiven but if we feel no guilt, it will be remembered, but no so serverly punished. I do not believe there is a God. I believe there could be. I believe that there could be mother nature, I love the way nature works with us, we harm her - she harms us. Maybe coincedence? Maybe mother nature. Maybe God's way of punishment for our 'bad behavour' He cannot ground us but he can show us the right path and lead us in the right way. I believe there could be spirits, I will never forget the day I was told I had a guardian angel, maybe fact or maybe fiction, but have you ever noticed your whole life crashing ...

I feel that there is not enough protection in the child care units. The cases of murdered children where social workers have 'failed to notice' babies with fractured bones, bruises covering the babies body, flinching and also the lack of crying and whining that the 'normal' healthy baby takes upon itself to bless us with. Surely the rising number of baby deaths should promt a change in the 'work and care' of a social worker. What happened to a motherly instinct? And surely the neighbours would notie something suspicious? Something needs to be done.

I agree. There is nothing more annoying that being talked into something you have no interest in. So why follow me if you don't have an interest in poetry? 1. I specify in many different areas other than poetry - creative writing, reviews, short articles, short stories, news writing... the list goes on. 2. I have much life experience for someone of my age - I have travelled many countries and done many things that some could only dream of, It is likely that even if you don't like what I am writing about, you will like what I am talking about. 3. My aim is to change people's lives. If I was paid to do the job I love to do, If I had enough support from the public to change the world, I would donate to charities, I would go out there and do my best to make a difference, not only with words - but with actions. 4. I study journalism, so I am pretty clued up as to what is going on in the world, I also like a good debate! So if there is something you feel very...

Silent Happiness was one of my first poems, although I started writing when I was about nine, there was quite a long gap between when I wrote when I was younger. This was my first poem to be published, on the spare of the moment I entered my poem into a compertition at my school, The Humberston Maths and Computing College, there was a set theme about love so I wrote this poem almost as a riddle and entered, about six months later I had won first prize and my poem was published in a little bright yellow book in 2001 (approx) Here is the break down of my poem: VERSE ONE 'Silent happiness I awake' ---> A symbol of the secret enjoyment and excitment experienced when meeting your new love. ('I awake' - spoken by the love, the love awakes so many new emotions) 'Bundles of Jelousy off I take' ---> Love takes away the bad, the fear, the jelousy felt when looking to others who are in stable relationships 'Joy and shyness may occur' ---> Althoug...

Silent Happiness Silent happines I awake And bundles of jelousy off I take, Joy and shyness may occur But you’ll be happy I am sure. 　 I’m usually rose more red than pink, Because if I’m pink I may sink and sink, You can make me as red as can be Or as uncertain as the sea. 　 I am more powerful than you may think, But with the opposites I don’t even link, I never die some people say Somehow a shadow in my own secret way. 　 You may not believe that I am strong But i’ll say you are very wrong, In my own special way I’m like a dove If you’ve not guessed me the answer is love. Boneata Bell