Starlit Witch

Scarlett hair and skin so fair

He wondered how such beauty?

A raven dream

A sex fuelled scream 

Such unaltered mutiny 

A witchcraft smile

magic for a while

but she was stardust poisoned

with vanity

Do not love a starlit witch

filled with lust depravity.

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Millennial Love

Spoken word Poem.


I think if you were a better man you could have loved me better, but maybe we were just the worst thing that could have happened to each other.

I knew our millennial love was over in dust, when we started to talk about us in the past tense, and face away from each other when undressing and in bed, when we both pretended to be asleep, You couldn’t hold eye contact when we made love but yours were no longer the arms I would run to if our house, our life, our world  was burning down, my annoying habits were no longer endearing and you hated the sound of my laugh, how irritating  you were to me too, the relief when I kept thinking thank fuck we didn’t get married or get that joint bank account or have that baby we talked about when we were young and had less frown lines when life felt light the way only two people who are in love can feel it, I wonder how we got here, if it was me or you, but I hate the way you shout at me, at nothing sometimes, you are not handsome to me anymore, just unkind, stagnant, I don’t think I am as beautiful as when you met me, as when you loved me, I think that it is ok to age I think it is ok to walk away from love I think it is brave to look at someone  and say, I no longer love you, need you, want you,  I think it is ok to grieve  but remembering  grief always makes the other person seem better than what they were, like a saint on a pedestal with a light shining on them from above, fuck, I hope you find someone unlike me, I hope she is polar opposite even, and brings the light back into your eyes, the smile back to your lips, I hope you test the waters before you spend the rest of your life with someone else, I hope love find you when you aren’t looking and I hope the next one lasts, I hope the next one lasts.

Just Breathe

And you always had to remind me

to breathe

as though you were not the one

suffocating me

My lungs in your hands. My shaking body,

begging you to stop squeezing.

Go on, tell me again,

tell me how much you love me.

The Italian Tree – Tina Rose

Please check out my poem ‘The Italian Tree’ on Free Verse Revolution

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

The August heat came with love and chance

A melodic butterfly gasoir dance

And stolen kisses underneath the old tree

The sapling brought from Italy

The one which grew up with me

Ah, that strange, crooked tree

My mother loved to tell this story

How it could live for thousands of years

But would only ever bear fruit once

What a gift it would be, in this lifetime

How wonderful, if the universe, aligned 

In chance, in beauty, in laughter

And like a bumblebee to lavender

That summer the fruit came

And so did you to me

Your mouth on my mouth

Under the Italian tree 

Orange fruit, sweet, 

and we

Two love birds perched underneath. 


Tina Rose is an English & Drama Graduate from Royal Holloway, University of London and a  Masters graduate in English Literary Studies from Durham University.  She is a Creative Writing teacher in a…

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