Tag: Molly Nash

Seasons of Love – Molly Nash

The most forbidden fruits hold the sweetest taste

My name is Molly Nash, and I attend a school on the Wirral. Personally I believe poetry provides me with an outlet to vent about emotions, ideas, or even to emphasise problems in today’s society. I wrote this poem (named Seasons of Love) to illustrate how love is able to travel across the seasons, and no matter the challenges, that love is able to never falter. I adore poetry as it’s a creative and fun way to express myself.

Seasons of Love

Lavender kisses upon a maple leaf,

Delicate love within young seeds are sown.

The autumn days are long and burdensome,

when your eyes can bless all but mine own.

Snowflakes drift from heaven’s breath,

Caressing mountaintops far and wide-

Along with them, my heart yearns for warmth,

of which I am left bare without you by my side.

Cruel spring light ensnares the evanescence of sunset,

Encasing the velvet night in each of your eyes,

The constellations of far off stars map our journey,

as the deafening silence of love claims its lost prize.

The most forbidden fruits hold the sweetest taste,

and yours commits to the most pleasant of wars,

I shall feel the wrath of Lucifer upon my breast,

If I, for a single summer, am free to be yours.

Molly Nash, Wirral

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.

Perfection – Molly Nash

But why can’t we live for these imperfections that make us this way?

Molly Nash makes a very powerful statement in her excellent offering to our poetry competition. ‘Poetry provides me with an outlet to portray my emotions, my ideologies, and most importantly, my passion for writing’ explains Molly. Thank you Molly for sharing your talents and we are sure your school, Weatherhead, is very proud of you.

Perfection

Perfection; that noun, so abstract and bold,

So demanding, so peaceful, so heartbreakingly cold.

We strive for perfection, crave it in each imperfect day,

But why can’t we live for these imperfections that make us this way?

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Stretch marks, our figure or scars from long ago,

Surely these things make us human and create things to love and know?

Seriously, every one of those ‘imperfections’ you’ve grown accustomed to see,

Are the very things that make you utterly brilliant and beautiful to me.

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Days of perfection are always dull, they hold no hope for fun,

What’s life without a few mistakes? It’s a game finished before it’s begun.

Suppose everything was perfect, we’d end up all the same,

Marching to the same drum beat over and over again.

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Next time you see yourself as imperfect, please don’t worry so much,

Just cast your eyes to our imperfect world and smile, even just a touch.

In yourself, promise me that you’ll never (if for a second) doubt,

Because all these perfect imperfections are what life’s all about.

Molly Nash, Liverpool

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation. Do you have a poem you would like to submit to Voices? Feel free to do so by email at: voicespoetry@outlook.com or via the ‘Contact’ page on this site.