by Emma-Jane Barlow | Jun 5, 2020 | Poetry
Beneath the twilight,under the gaze ofthe watching moon,in the presence of atrillion stars,I made a wish for youto be mine,a decade has passedand our hearts stillbeat as one. – EJ ©Emma-Jane Barlow, all words are my own. FOLLOW MY POETRY INSTAGRAM...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | May 9, 2014 | Poetry
Feet curl over the edge of the cliff, close to flying ready to soar, heart of a drum. Anticipation brews in my sinking stomach. Time is a flutter: the future is impending. Success is sickly sweet but love is my greatest accomplishment so far. The rest will come. The...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Mar 2, 2014 | Poetry
Walking Stardust Breathing in the warmth of your skin, your eyelashes flutter like petals, sleeping. I stare into the dusty black room. Light creeps through the blinds. Hitting the wall with its luminous glow. A romantic feeling pulses through the layers of my skin. I...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Dec 30, 2013 | Poetry
My eyes are derelict. Infant and fresh. Absorbing foreign words, foreign faces. My mother tongue, tangled, twisted, amongst vowels of confusion. Their faces shine with welcoming eyes. A barrier present, cold and strange. Muttering, handshakes, kisses – swapped and...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Oct 22, 2013 | Poetry
Caution lurks behind every street corner. In the early morn. Dusty blue and sapphire ignite, forming patterns in the sky. Panting heart quickens. Racing even, mimicking dangers that – Do. Not. Exist. Heightened fear in the darkness. Over the bridge, water...
by Emma-Jane Barlow | Oct 20, 2013 | Poetry
Poetry is freedom. Poetry is emotion. Poetry will always be whatever you choose for it to be. It is hard to define poetry because poetry can be anything you want it to be. It can be one word placed in the middle of a page. It can be fifteen pages long if you want it...