Blog Archives

Waiting – A Poem

Waiting by The Gisborne Poet

A poem about Jamiesonn…

Waiting,waiting impatiently
For this power to be set free
Looking in the mirror what do I see
A new me
What can I say
Hopefully soon I will be on my way
I can’t wait for the shadows to rise
Everyone will get a nasty surprise
A new being will in this place
They won’t recognize this face
Waiting, waiting for whats to come
I can’t wait to walk in the sun
This power is building wanting to fly
A lot of people will here my cry
I will listen to them scream and yell
Locked away the will know where I have been and what it is like to be in this hell
I am about to make there world a nightmarish dream
A world of red
Because at last I can say “I AM NOT DEAD


Shadows by Jen P

From time to time I come across people that are very talented, whether they are a fellow writer, artist, singer or poet.

It is not always easy being in the arts. Anyone who is a writer, singer or poet will tell you that lyrics, sentences, themes, scenes, are not just something that happens by the wave of a hand and using Jedi/Sith mind tricks. Writing, takes talent and inspiration.

Recently I had the pleasure of meeting Jen P, who is in Gisborne, New Zealand. Jen is known as “The Gisborne Poet“. Jen is currently doing a Photobook with poems attached, which is titled “Through the eyes of a poet“.

Jen had a moment to read The Chosen – Chapter 5 excerpt, and she was left with such an impression about the book, that she wrote a poem about it.

This is a wonderful poem, that I just had to share this with you all.

SHADOWS by “The Gisborne Poet

Shadows dance to and fro
Darkness doesn’t want to let you go
This fight is between dark and light
But still you can’t see what hides in the night
You never see a face coming your way
It never lets you see the light of day
The power when you hit the wall
Your not given a chance to call
You feel the bones start to break
You know an innocent life is at stake
Darkness covers us as we cry
Shadows are there for you and I
Please ,please, let him go
You say it with every blow
Shadows hide what we can’t see
Now that person’s spirit is free
Shadows don’t give you a choice
As all that is left is one small voice
Hidden from view
Is a person I never knew

© Written by The Gisborne Poet
Jennifer P

%d bloggers like this: