Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Five: For Me by Hannah Williams
if i could change a thoughtand have clarity transparent like a brook i would think for me. if i could
Category: Sunday Stanza
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Four: A Land of Honey and Milk by Hannah Williams
a silhouette shawled in titanium with footsteps soft as silk. a graceless poise pierces the back promising a land of
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Three-Journey By Hannah Williams
When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Two-Lament By Hannah Williams
building hands bristled and bruised turns heaviness into light and the ugly tears streaming from the broken but beautiful hearts
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty One-Chandelier By Hannah Williams
When emotions are excessive and the mind cannot cope. Close the eyes and imagine each strand. Dangling like chandelier pieces.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty- Daughter Of A Yellow Sun By Hannah Williams
The shards of bottles and debris on the road sinks into the bare feet. The crimson liquid trickles upward. The
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Nine- Frown Lines
When the voice was stolen and she could sing no more, the frown formed and the lines found solace on
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Eight- Why Did You Follow Me?
Before deciding to walk in her shoes let her show you her feet. The callous blisters tarnished by the stones
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Seven: Echoes By Hannah Williams
As the television transmits the news unable to peel the callous layers of her mind. She owns a seared conscience
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Six: There Will Always Be A Rainbow By Hannah Williams
A rainbow formed after the raindrops and the sunlight kissed the vapour. Melting the chaos and illuminating the future. A
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Five: No Longer Collecting Thank You By Hannah Williams
I am collecting all the thank you I have ever received. I’m gathering them up to burn it and have
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Four: Of Who We Are By Hannah Williams
What do you say to me? When you’re done selling broken dreams? Whilst tears fall down my cheeks like bitter
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Three: Imagine By Hannah Williams
Imagine a garden An elusive garden. You walk past the willow tree It reflects your silenced state. Yet you do
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty Two- The Seed By Hannah Williams
A seed seeking sunlight swells and sweats. Through its seed coat. Shooting taproot in the soil. Submerged it pokes its
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty One- Broken Tears By Hannah Williams
A droplet of despair Dripping from once-dried tear ducts. Flowing frequently A flimsy attempt to hold them Piece it together
Sunday Stanza: Poem Forty- Peace Stood Still Like A Tree By Hannah Williams
Peace stood still like a tree Asking the wind to call all nations both bond and free. A valley of
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Nine- Dear You By Hannah Williams
Sunset and sunrise can be as beautiful as hellos and goodbyes. At each instance, it doesn’t matter if your heart
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Eight- Accent (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
Speech tangled in tone. A vivid sociolect. Culture chants deeply.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Seven- Lavender (Haiku) By Hannah Williams
A soft scent soothes us, Through healing in its aura. A therapy tale.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Six- Illusions By Hannah Williams
When the moonlight reflects a mirage Wait for the sun to say it’s an illusion. Don’t rely on the mind
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Five- Not So Toxic By Hannah Williams
A song of poison spewed on the silent lips. She gathered it and let it salsa on her tongue. Then
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Four- The Kiss By Hannah Williams
I expected the earth to shift And oceans to be set adrift. At the spark of our lips Under this
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Three- Acceptance Will Be My Duty By Hannah Williams
Like a peacock spreading its feathers, I span out my feelings. Like hands holding each other, I long for this
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty Two- The Glass House By Hannah Williams
Look at my glass house but don’t throw stones For sticks and stones may break my home. This fragile abode
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty One- I Am Abstract By Hannah Williams
I am abstract. So you’d need to extract, What I mean with songs, paintings, words and emotions. My mind works
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirty- Dear Daughter By Hannah Williams
I will not be able to calm the storm Nor promise you that I’d walk on water. Yet if you
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Nine- Limbo In A Promise By Hannah Williams
At a cross way with a cold chorus, Promise was left to be pious. On the right hand of promise
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Eight- The Financial Crisis By Hannah Williams
The world has felt your wrath before. We felt your violent shake and your ravenous storm. We give new names
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Seven: Consent by Hannah Williams
I say it with her. I say it for her. Then I let her say it with and for herself.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Six- Name Power By Hannah Williams
An unjustifiable criteria Determined by a crooked line Spewed out to split the equator into two. I’ve heard the names
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Five- Take Me By Hannah Williams
Take me to the river To wade by the water in the winter moonlight. In the depths of the river
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Four- The State Of Mind By Hannah Williams
I looked into her eyes and smiled. But what could smiling prove. When I could see me in her eyes.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Three- The Great Silence By Hannah Williams
My mind is awake My mouth is numb. My soul a lake, I’m deaf and dumb. My mind is awake.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty Two- The Stages of Negativity By Hannah Williams
Lost. In the deep sea of my own desire. In the fortitude of peace my soul longs to retire. Hope
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty One- The Dreamers Song By Hannah Williams
Dreams soar high on the mountain top. Holding onto hope so it never drops. Liberty flowing in harmony with the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twenty- What The Dream Taught Me By Hannah Williams
A dream is a living legacy which cannot be killed by death. Transcends emancipation. It transcends liberty. In fact, it
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nineteen- Stages Of Denial By Hannah Williams
Stage one is characterised by fear. The entity that floats to a mind. Inviting itself in and out like a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eighteen- Why Live In Denial By Hannah Williams
Why live in denial? When you could be free. Why live in denial? When you could just let situations be.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seventeen- Dreaming In Denial By Hannah Williams
Denial is saying yes when you mean no. Whilst the choice rests with you. The choice lies peacefully as you
Sunday Stanza: Poem Sixteen– Community Observations By Hannah Williams
We sit on benches As the words in my throat clenches Some on the field. Where daisies and dandelions
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifteen- I Know Even Though I Don’t Live On The Estate By Hannah Williams
I know even though I don’t live on the estate. Devolution is the politician’s word for recreate… Rebrand and make
Sunday Stanza: Poem Fourteen– No Job For Jack By Hannah Williams
Defying the estate stereotype, Jack decided to be the perfect prototype. He went to university. Just to face employment adversity.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Thirteen – If The Community Had Spoken By Hannah Williams
Our people are broken; But what would happen if the community had spoken? If it had said we are here
Sunday Stanza: Poem Twelve- Important Nothings By Hannah Williams
I remember putting so much effort into childhood and youth. For I perceived it as the core of my root.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eleven- Stones By Hannah Williams
I rested calmly by the sea shore. Content with where I am I dare not ask for more. Until the day I was picked up from the beach floor. To skid upon the water like one, two, three and four. So I discovered life anew.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Ten- The Elements By Hannah Williams
The Elements By Hannah Williams© What is beneath the soil? Is it gold? Is it minerals? Is it oil?
Sunday Stanza: Poem Nine-Mars and Venus By Hannah Williams
Men are from Mars. Women are from Venus. So who lives on earth? Men are from Mars. Women are from
Sunday Stanza: Poem Eight-Small But Mighty By Hannah Williams
A grain in the Sahara is me. Take a handful to see. That I am distinct. But me and the
Sunday Stanza: Poem Seven- Empire State Of London (An Interlude To Society) By Hannah Williams
A city where dreams can be snatched. Even when your ambition is matched. Your dreams mean nothing in the city.
Sunday Stanza: Poem Six- The English Dream By Hannah Williams
I walk by Aylestone meadow. Where birds sing and the tree’s follow. The woodland’s air I breathe The canal bed
Sunday Stanza: Poem Five- Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams
At this hour I learnt to weep silently. Sitting in the silence. Speaking with my darkness. My remedy for a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Four- Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams
I wore moodiness as a dress. With a matching headband called stress, My handbag conceals my emotions which are a
Sunday Stanza: Poem Three- Love (Within Me) By Hannah Williams
I know there is love within me. I know its there but others cannot see. For this love is
Sunday Stanza: Poem Two- Lonely Ocean By Hannah Williams
I’m a lonely ocean. Kissing the shore. Moving with its motions. Longing for more. I’m a lonely ocean. Looking for
