Kevin Brown Poetry

Northern Irish Poet based in Belfast – Focused mainly on Romantic Poetry.

The Origin of Species 

“We stopped looking for monsters under our bed when we realized that they were inside us.” –  Darwin

Those damned demons – 

Once ate at me, 

Like men starved

By foul famine. 

I winced as they clawed, 

At the better, purer parts of me,

Til I was but bone and flesh left loose. 

These damned demons – 

Have set me free, 

Like shadows dissolved, 

By the light of love. 

I welcome her touch,

On the darker, sadder parts of me. 

She has mended my bones and set my soul loose. 

Kevin Brown © 12.01.2016


We watch the flames glow – 

Shades of orange and blue,

As we sit,  at opposite ends, 

Of one two seater couch. 

We are alone in our own worlds, 

Distant realms,  conjured up, 

In the books that we read. 

The distance between us – 

Minimal, growing smaller, 

As we reach out and touch, 

Like the fire that licks the coals. 

Kevin Brown © 09.01.2016

Noughts And Crosses 

This criss cross frame we’ve drawn,  has become the battle line. A nought here,  a cross there,  until we reach a stalemate.  A three by three frame,  with no room for either of us to maneuver, faced with ourselves, in black and white. 

Kevin Brown © 04.01.2017 

Some Voodoo 

She dabbles – 

In dark arts, 

And I toe the line, 

She draws – 

Me closer,  

Into a wild web, 

Where magic, 

And mayhem, 

Collide and combine, 

Like some voodoo. 

She is an enchanted tune, 

Voodoo woman of mine. 

Kevin Brown © 15.12.2016

Through The Snow 

I find imprints on

Sheets of white, 

Barely touched,

By lovers – 

A hand print here, 

A foot mark there, 

Cold snow,  melted by – 

Warmer hand

By warmer heart. 

She is a snowflake, 

Unique and perfect, 

I close my eyes – 

To the cold and I wake, 

To a snow angel, 

Resting in my bed. 

Kevin Brown © 06.12.2016


And although I am – 

An unlearned,  ignorant man, 

I have somehow come to know, 

The beauty that exists, 

In  the twitches of her body,

As she lingers in half-sleep,

In this  pale,  lamplight,

That casts upon her, 

Both darkness and shade. 

In these undisturbed moments, 

There are but three things, 

Only three – 

There is her, 

The shadows, 

And me. 

Kevin Brown © 03.12.2016

Burn The Maps

The uncharted path,  

Upon which we met, 

Was off the beaten track, 

A road neither you or I – 

Believed we would find ourselves on. 

Through unknown terrain, 

Two lost souls,  wandered, 

Aimlessly to some unexplored, 

Waypoint,  where paths – 

And lives crossed. 

Our adventure,  thus far, 

Has left us unscathed,  

And although uncertain – 

We choose to burn the maps, 

Ignoring the peaks and valleys

Nothing with you is Insurmountable, 

It is but a spectacular mystery, 

You and I embrace. 

Kevin Brown © 29.11.2016


‘All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players’  –  William Shakespeare. 

The year has reached its final scene, 

And the characters take a bow, 

We reminisce on all that’s been, 

And the curtains close,  for now. 

The final act seemed tragic, 

But there’s wonder in the air, 

The ice and snow brings magic, 

Although the trees fall bare. 

Her and I grow with seasons, 

Reborn stronger in the spring, 

We love without rhyme or reason, 

Unknown beauty that she brings. 

Kevin Brown © 25.11.2016

She Let Go

For years she scratched the surface, 

Of old wounds and scabs,

And in time they festered – 

And got worse, opening up, 

New depths of pain and despair. 

‘We can’t live with anger’ I said;

And she came to let go, 

Of all that hounded and haunted her, 

Open wounds came to heal, 

Mere marks of a different time, 

And now I watch her  scratch, 

Below the surface, and all that opens up, 

Is the life in front of her. 

Kevin Brown © 21.11.2016

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