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Poetry to make you feel good

When I am feeling down or even when I am feeling happy, I write a poem to make me feel good. I hope that there is a poem here that makes you feel good, too.



And So I Run At Last


And so I run at last with the wind at my back

I shall falter and fall- I’m sure of that.

I’ve needed to jog and walk at times

To get over the wire and round the mines.

I’ve needed friends along the way

To give me fuel to see out the day

And I’ve stopped to collect and admire my prize

Only for it to cause my demise.

But now I run at last with the wind at my back.


Yes I run at last with hope in my heart

Yet humble, I had an unsteady start.

I’ve needed my peers to point the course

Being fair and considerate with appropriate force

I’ve needed novices to motivate me

When the terrain is scarce and my legs are shaky.

And I’ve stopped when my soul has shouted, “Enough!”

And plunged to the ground so rigid and rough.

But now I run at last with hope in my heart.


I run at last- a man at one with himself

Though I may return to the back of the shelf

I’ve needed Samaritans to heal my ails.

I’ve needed foes hounding my tail.

Those things that keep me sharp and strong

Stop me going too far wrong

And I’ve stopped after I’ve raced on ahead

To realise another needs me instead.

Now I run, yes I run

Believing that all our times will come.


Matt Phillips

Go Down to the River


Immaculate creature natural and strong

Ever present and never wrong.

Cascading river waning his fear

Relaxing emotion planted here,

Of souls transfixed on the river’s flow

‘Pray thee river, end my woes.’

Reflected back is reasons why

The world will suffer should they die.

Heroes and heroines who struggled so

Reaping freely what they sowed.

His face is radiant now and glistening.

Finally, a creature is listening.

Concerns are like old waters past.

This poignant day shall not be his last.


Matt Phillips



























Into The Canyon


Into the canyon I slipped and fell

Unable to move as my bruises swell

Too far away for help to come

But until I shut down I’m not done


Climbing is a feeble venture

Hiding is an impossible feat

Waiting ‘til I serve my tenure

Is all I can do but I’m not beat


This canyon holds no fear for me

My thoughts are clean and filter free

Though no way out I presently see

I’ll fight the battle to simply be


So visit me the cruellest of scourges

Whip me ‘til I can stand no more

Survival is the greatest of urges

My will is ripping me off the floor


Matt Phillips














A Life of Regret


A life of regret churns my insides.

A consistent fret educates my mind.

Imagination lost in choices.

Stubbornness silenced the wisest voices.

Hope pinned on destiny’s will.

Losing my way whilst learning new skills.

Awoken from my semi slumber.

Free again yet slightly humbler.

Smile because it is right to do

Then friends and colleagues do so too.

Finally, I realise that I am breathing.

The air is fresh now that I am leaving.


Matt Phillips































And so I return like it was a dream

Better for what I have done and seen

Closer to the person I wish to be

Lost a few things I hoped I’d keep

Humbled, I sit here writing this

Being unsure though unsure is bliss

For so many options pound my mind

Until the safest path I find.


Matt Phillips

































Hang On a Minute, Get In


Hang on a minute, get in

The team are prepared and poised to win

I’ve heard the shouts of dwindling trust

I’ve logged the doubts and so I must

But wait until I’ve performed again


Hang on a minute, get in

I’m not the greatest there’s ever been

I know my limits and I know my style

I know every minute that I’m on trial

But judge me when I perform again


Hang on a minute, get in

I’ll take every knock back on the chin

Embarrassed, I’ve cracked under pressure so real

At times I’ve lacked when I’ve needed zeal

But watch as I perform again


Hang on a minute, get in

Along my face works a satisfied grin

What claims and pressure I’ve been subjected to

Are internally bred and not a reflective view

I know I will perform again


Matt Phillips




















I could be blown away by a hurricane

I could be forced to the ground by unbearable pain

Weapons could quite easily finish me

Or snakes or spiders or killer bees


I’m not a superhero who always returns

I’m prone to accidents but never learn

Yet I am strong and have dignity

Though the strength I have is within me


So I’ll stand against the wind until I am defeated

I’ll keep moving and fighting ‘til my body’s depleted

I’ll meet with the sword ‘til it runs me through

I’ll be the king of the animals and a hero to you


Matt Phillips



























I Want To Be Like You


Ambitions high and eyes alight.

Soul sincere, sharp and bright.

A will to go the extra yard

And not turn back if times get hard.

Wanting to please whatever the times.

Feeling for you as if you were mine.

Deception never called to mind

Existing purely to be kind.

Finding yourself and holding on.

Still a flame when you are gone.


Matt Phillips






























O Valiant Fool


O valiant fool defending the land.

O fickle foe at my command.

Scintillating son with you our faith rests.

Cool confidence through testing quests.


Gather an army of like and not.

Pull out qualities which were left to rot.

Sing out praises to motivate.

Be victorious for that is your fate.


Matt Phillips






























Riversley Park


Riversley Park has such a great view.

Beautiful people and flowers too.

A wave and a smile with regularity

Will keep me here for eternity.


Devastating, a horrible death.

Inspiring words with their final breath.

Coroners, courts and arguments

But I sit here upon my bench.


Success, a chance to woo the world.

Stories passed like precious pearls.

A return summed up by a long fist clench

But I sit here upon my bench.


I look, for once, at the golden plaque.

Dedicated to dear Damien Black.

I have nothing 20 years down the track,

So I left the bench never to go back.


Matt Phillips




















I Remember Life


I remember life.

I remember the joy of a morning,

The clinking of china from the downstairs kitchen,

The birds a soundtrack of a peaceful start.

Innocently, I begin afresh, ignorant of the adventures ahead.


I remember life.

I remember droplets cascading down the porch windows,

My happiness rising realising I’m inside.

Then outside, stretching sunbeams reaching behind the clouds.

I tingle as I feel the warmth.

As a boy, I lay on the wind- so strong it could take my weight.


I remember life.

I remember the little annoyances that mean so much:

The door that sticks;

The clothes that don’t fit;

The flowers that die;

The insects that fly;

The spill on the floor;

The unfinished chores

And the money you could retrieve but it’s too late.


I remember life,

Yet every other moment I forget it.


Matt Phillips














While You Can


Smile while you can while the sun is at hand.

Look while you can while the view is still grand.

Laugh while you can until a personal attack.

Run while you can while you can still run back.

Cry while you can while your tears joyfully glisten.

Teach while you can while people still listen.

Talk while you can while your words lighten a face.

Perform while you can while you still have grace.

Learn while you can while it is always new.

Advise while you can while your advice is still true.

Think while you can while there is still a way.

Sleep while you can and dream of a better day.


Matt Phillips