Author: Charlie Alford

I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!
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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 12/30

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Quiet above the cross-country roadways
a wall of beech and ash circle the view
lush green bursts from meadows and old forests
stitched together in a fresh golden hue.

A textured blanket of silvery clouds
sprays a dance of shadows across the valley
the sun breaks through with sparkles on houses
a transformative show changes hourly.

Silence passing from the dewey hillside
Her heart is filled with jam doughnuts and tea
The ghosts of Austen and Keats whispering
welcome to the finest view in Surrey.



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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 11/30

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Mountainous fresh air 
frozen hands remember trials
an ocean of melancholy
pierced by balloons of joy
I thought I would be honest
the bottle doesn't contain just water
words are trapped and swallowed
they said i was the person to go to
the grey gusts in 
and changes everything
wake up, and pay attention
ask, a lot more questions
sometimes clothes don't fit
fairy tales read out loud
nobody knows 
that we're all unicorns
my true authentic voice
stands in front of me
in monochrome brown and combat boots
Even now the tide is turning
the clouds above are re-forming
the journey has left its mark
it's just a blemish, discolouration
stitched into patchwork jeans
and still, we keep going.
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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 9/30

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I didn’t come home last year

our game ended in June.

People and places are the same

winter left and summer came.

Did you try to say goodbye?

Were you my random cry?

When I flew through the sky

with a melancholy sigh.

I came home in winter night

and the sun rose without you

people and places are the same

but it’s not home without you.

I really wish it wasn’t true.

 

 

 

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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 8/30

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I don’t identify as a geek

brown hair and preppy clothes

glasses perched on my nose

lost in period novels.

I don’t identify as a geek

watching the same tv

show me on binge-repeat

recounting all history.

I don’t identify as a geek

failing math and english

scribbling song lyrics

day dreaming of what’s next.

I don’t identify as geek

I lost in genetics

I’m a broken human

I’m a work in progress.

Wearing glasses is necessity

but they’re not my identity.

Glasses don’t make me a geek.

 

 

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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 5/30

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Didn't work from the first day
Late to the party in all things
Sleep walking from June to May
There's no drive to dance and sing.
Sitting in her dusty box
dreaming of the other side
trying not to cut her locks
she knows it won't turn the tide.
She can change her clothes daily
She can change her hair monthly
She can change her job yearly
But she'll still be the same dolly.
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NaPoWriMo 2026 – 4/30

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Colours of yesterday fade

Golden nostalgia changes

Summer falls to the shade

A filter on the Ranges.

A sheer curtain with the dawn

Life inserts its fade out scene

A sparkle across the lawn 

Warmth echoes last night’s dream.

A new world is beginning 

Khaki, orange, brown red hues

Glows where the sun is burning 

Beneath the cloth, we’re evolving.