Beth Hughes

poem by Beth Hughes

Indeed from stream and strike of loving heart I gave myself to life and it to me. It pains not me to mourn when i depart, Upon the hour my life will cease to be. For I am she who sailed on seven sins And learnt and laughed with ... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

I am the resurrection of my own strength And the life of the love that i live I am the life. Still I rise beyond fear and phantoms Writing the blessed curse til morn I am the morn I have been cursed No doubt by my own tangi... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

Weep for the body of the daughters of the earth Draped in the terrible beauty of prejudice. There is no judge but the harrowing sense Of inadequacy donned by womanhood. Patriarchy? No. This is our own doing. The carving of our ... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

Too much love to give Means too much love to hide And too much self approval Means too much indulgence and strife Too much water given And the water is turned to wine Too much sharing present And it is never thine But ever... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

I am stimulated by the resilience of my own mind. I find the most painfully pleasurable times Are those when I have dreamt for the moonrise Watched the stars mount their heavenly gate Seen the human losses, while still in darkne... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

27 May 2015 10:30 When happiness whispers don't be afraid to beckon its call. Run with your heart facing outwards, You will go on, you have the soul. Take the wild ways not the right ways. You should heed the advice you dream ... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

Indulge in now what your mind pleases As time is not here, it never ceases To everything there is a reason Every rainy day, song and person When the universe illuminates the whites of your eyes Venture into the rabbit hole wi... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

27 May 2015 23:45 My strong belief that all will turn out fine Is the one thing that truly i possess That i am etched in to the grand design averts me from such torrents of distress. When muses visit midnight dreams of la... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

Save your tears for an era when fishes run out of sea Cos your troubled mind isn't one of a kind now wouldn't you agree That the twisted tic-tacs in your head have been shook in other's too; You're not the first to feel the worst, ... Read more

poem by Beth Hughes

It is said that children in glass houses should never throw stones. But what of the children who built their own glass houses From the universal expectation of what they ought to be? The children who's glass houses germinate from ... Read more

publication by Beth Hughes

It all goes from here, my dear. Words of advice you've heard more than twice, And sounds of cliche that people just had to say to you When you thought that the earth was built solely for your mirth And the sole gravitation was yo... Read more