MOVING AWAY FROM HOME

You've left that comfort,
Of you own little home.
Now you are flying free,
Discovering things alone.

You are now independant,
You start to feel more brave.
Standing on your own two feet,
The whole world you could save.

You still like calling back home,
But only once in a little while.
To catch up with all the gossip,
Hearing their voices brings a smile.

You might feel a little homesick,
And sometimes a little blue.
But it never lasts for too long,
You will always see it through.

It may seem a little scary at first,
You sometimes miss their faces.
A whole new world at your feet,
You're discovering brand new places.


© 2016 Poems  Kellen Foord

CANCER

This is a poem for all those brave people who are fighting or have fought cancer. For those special people who have an incredible amount of strength and fight. And in memory of all those who lost their battles.

CANCER

The scariest fight of your life,
You'll have good days and bad.
Whatever you do, don't give up,
You'll feel happy, you'll feel sad.

Your hair might all fall out,
Don't let it worry you too much.
You're as beautiful as before,
You just need a hand to clutch.

You've got to keep on fighting,
You are unbelievably strong.
Wanting to get back to reality,
Back home, to where you belong.

But don't give up the fight,
Everything that it took from you.
I promise it can be restored,
You can see this through.

Cancer, you need to go away,
Nobody even likes you...
You don't just destory your victim,
You destroy their families too...

So go on keep destroying lives,
Because we will soon destroy you.
Soon you'll be forever gone,
Leaving your victims feeling like new.

Poem © 2016  Kellen Foord

Disneyland

For a gorgeous little girl who reminded me what it was like to be a kid again and how to dream in a world of magical and fantasy. Thank you Noa! And to her mum Jenny for making it possible.

I went to Disney with a friend,
Oh, we had  massives of fun.
It was absolutely freezing cold,
But in blue skies shone the sun,

Faces of little ones light up,
Watching the afternoon parade.
Seeing all the different characters,
Good and bad, but don't be afraid.

Go on rides for young and old,
Or you can dress up like a fairy.
Rides that are gentle and calm,
Rides that are fast and scary.

People arrive from all around,
People queue in different places.
Waiting patiently for their turns,
People of all different races.

You stand and you observe,
Rides with people screaming.
In fright or in happiness,
Getting off with faces beaming.

Quick, time to rush back round,
Back in line you must stand.
Unable to contain your excitement,
Holding on to her little hand.

Running through the park,
Right over to the terror lift.
Our favourite ride of all,
Through the queue we drift.

What a magical place,
Where tantrums are few.
A place of true happiness,
Where dreams come true!

Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord

Silhouettes

The small silhouette of a girl,
Sitting all alone under a tree.
Keeping her thought to herself,
Oh how wonderful to be free.

The silhouette of a man,
Not a dollar to his name.
Boldly he told his story,
One that found him fame.

The silhouette of a Navy Soldier,
Standing over a polished grave.
A fellow Lieutenant lost at war,
A man so strong, a man so brave.

The silhouette of a musician,
Busking down the street.
People stopping to listen,
Dropping coins at his feet.

The silhouette of an author,
With a pen tight in her hand.
Her imagination keep flying,
Publishing contracts she wants to land.

A silhouette of a mother,
Gently cradling her baby.
What will the future hold?
He'll be president maybe.

The silhouettes you see,
They all have a story.
Go ahead and  listen,
Let them speak with glory.

Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord

Anxiety

You can feel it starting,
You can't even breathe.
Everything starts to shake,
Your hands, legs and knees.

Sweat drips down your face,
You try to stay calm.
The more you try to relax,
The sweat fills your palm.

The crowd, so much noise,
You can't hear yourself think.
You tried so hard to be calm,
You feel yourself start to sink.

Your heart starts to race,
You head begins to spin.
You need a distraction,
You scratch your skin.

Your vision goes blurry,
Nothing makes any sense.
You just want to scream,
Your body goes really tense.

You cover your ears,
Trying to block the sound.
You clench your fists,
Tapping feet on the ground.

Your body finally relaxes,
You're left feeling weak.
People are still looking,
Understanding is all we seek.

Poem © 2015  Kellen Foord

One Mistake

A homeless man sits on the street,
Shivering in the mighty cold.
Blue, the colour of his lips and feet,
An empty cup  he does hold.

He quietly asks for little donations,
No one stops to give him a dime.
We just walk by without hesitations,
But why doesn't he deserve our time?

All he wants is something to eat,
He's not asking for a full banquet.
Maybe a safe place with some heat,
He would really appreciate a blanket.

All he did was make one little mistake,
It cost him his house, kids and wife.
Now he's desperate for a break,
We all deserve a second chance in life.

So next time you walk down that street,
Be kind, show him you actually care.
A warm coat? A hat? Or socks for his feet,
He's trying his best in so life so unfair.

© 2015 Poems  Kellen Foord

Sunsets

For a beautiful and very brave friend, who loves sunsets just as much as me.


Could there be a more beautiful sight?
Colours of pink and orange fill the sky!
The sun filtering through the clouds,
A time to stop and breath, or at least try.


The most beautiful ending to the day,
Sunsets make you feel all so calm.
They make you feel warm and happy,
It's like you hold the world in your palm.


The bright warm sun falls lower,
Giving way to the stars and moon.
Dusk falls along the entire landscape,
Twinkling lights will appear soon.


It's time for majestic elegant owls to fly,
Darkness is here, but there's still light.
The moon shines big and bright for you,
The dancing stars never leave your sight.

© 2015 Poems Kellen Foord