Poems by Gemma Troy

You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate and roses
but I just want your hand to hold
you can dine me all night long
but I would rather lie under the stars
while we listen to our favourite song
you can give me jewels and gold
but if you find me a feather
with you
I will want to grow old

It’s the simple things
that bring me joy
it’s being with you
that fills my soul
it’s everything
that money can’t buy
like love
and freedom
and kindness
and a smile
that sets my heart
on fire

In cracked skin
and calloused hands
morning light
and greying hair
in memories
of the first touch
and the taste of lips
I love you here
I loved you there
I love you now
I loved you then
time will never be a friend
but our love will never end

There's something about
how the sea draws me in
much like your eyes
even though I know I could drown
I'm always going to try to swim

It’s the little things
isn’t it
that mean more than anything
and the simple pleasures
that make a heart beat
it’s the smell of a flower
and a deserted beach
that fills lungs
and makes pain obsolete
it’s the sky and an ocean
and the touch of someone’s skin
that turns the world upside down
and makes it worth living

Hope can be found in the moment
when the sun breaks open the day
it can be felt when the stars shine
in the darkest part of the night
and when a flower has grown without rain
hope is the thread
that ties the words together
when I write poetry
hope is the reason
you’ve survived
it lives between each heart beat
and it’s in the air you breathe

She loved him without reason
and without cause
she loved him under water
and in the freezing cold of the deep winter months
she loved him in the dark
and beneath the starry sky
she loved his hands
and his innocent blue eyes
she loved his heart and how big it always seemed to be
she loved him even when things were a little stormy
she loved him before they knew each other’s name
and she will love him until
she takes her last breath
and her heart goes up in flames