Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose
Where I can feel at home…
Movement swirling about my mind, looking for little chasms to rest. To parade and fly can be dandy, but growing opportunities and situations present as a test. The gaps in the countryside are special to explore as they can be, but the Wind begs to rest himself; he has travelled too far, and with lessening [...]
To look at her, you’d think she was cautious, tentative, wary. Scrutinising you with eyes that have seen much more than others could dare to dream. Her being which had walked through many paths, some twisted and gnarled, others delicate and soft, but generally most with a visible barb. Her mind, having been through so [...]
I giggle and I squeeze, I hold your hand with ease, Impeccable our love is Amazingly high I feel I’m flying – I’m free. Like a bird of prey, I descended upon you I wanted you all for my own, I danced around the circumstances, the fact, That I was still unwell when discharged [...]
From dusk to dawn I thought of you, Obsessed, my mind ran through moments lacking your truths. Where passions were high and my fingers danced their little tunes, I begged, beseeched for you to listen To my heart My beating For you so true. I yearned for your presence But you would not allow [...]
The daffodil is strangely beautiful in its brightened yellow garb. In his coloured outfit of delight, he makes observers sing and sigh with breathy appreciation and flowing rivers of love. He is modest, this daffodil, he does not ask to be seen for what he is not, he is not showy or greedy for eyes, [...]
‘Adorn thy clause, irreverently yours’, You once held my yearning heart for ransom. I spoke the loving words you never spoke, As my heart held open doors, Now they’re firmly closed,No in-and-out fairies a-prancing. Many times, I proclaimed my ardour for you With brightened smiles and flowery poetry, But the wool was pulled [...]
There was once a wide-eyed elven pixie. Let’s call her Hannah. Beneath the surface of something great, there lurked Hannah’s terror. Because underneath the façade of her perfectly manicured life, in the forest there dwelled something – a horror! – that would and could cause her much strife. Hannah was an unlikely host to this [...]
She cheers for me, She cheers for you, She’s there standing by the side lines When we are down and blue. She encourages us To be the best that we can She calls out motivation and speaks of Our inner and outward strengths. When we stumble If we fall, She’s roaring now, She’s [...]
Hoot and holler, holler and hoot, they express their blatant approval as you walk past their scene. Where you are not viewed as a person, but an item, a beautiful thing to be objectified and admired without the understanding that you feel and express yourself too. Now you hoot and holler, toward them you shake [...]
I have long ago released all ill feeling for those whom were once in my life, for the former alliances, for the ones who took advantage of a young naïve woman who was I. For those who exploited the gullibility in a cruel selfish manner that meant only they would be the ones benefiting, I [...]
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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