My Poetry
After leaving school at 15 a rebellious and angry young man, Steve Soden has now become deep-thinking, spiritual and romantic. His poetry is written in an uneasy and cynical style reflected through personal experience of Birth, Life and Death.
Steve has recently published a book of his poetry, To Hell and Back. This is the first collection of poems by the Birmingham born poet, playwright and songwriter.
Three of my poems
Crimson Moon
The half un-woken moon
Stumbles uneasily as the dim dark night
Breaks through the restless
Untouched clouds
There is no feeling only a thought
That provokes the ponderous
Out of tune melancholic
Hushed sound of solitude
Tiny tenuous droplets of rain fall
As a continuous avalanche of tears
Flow down stream
Into the reservoir of history
The now full blood crimson moon
Has awoken whilst time twists and turns
To the tick-tock-tock
Fragile heartbeat that is no more
TRUE LOVE IS FOREVER BURNED
The nakedness of delusion
Is lost in time
The untouched breast waits impatiently
To be touched, caressed and loved
The beauty of the female form
Is nothing more than a silhouette
Shrouded in the shadows of forgiveness
The lust of a thousand kisses deep
Are nothing more than broken promises
Left un-kept in the graveyard of the heart
The long stemmed rose
Pricks the un-gloved hand
That bleeds but feels no pain
The romance of a bye-gone-age
Is lost in an un-rhymed sonnet
And as the page is slowly turned
True love is forever burned
BOHEMIAN VOICES
Steve devised and ran
Bohemian Voices in London for ten years, a unique mix of Music, Comedy and Poetry.
Jimmy Carr, Michael Mcintyre, Hal Cruttenden, Shappi Khorsandi, Rob Dearing, Pete Doherty and The Libertines all performed at Bohemian Voices.
Steve said: My compering was described by Time-Out as Richard E. Grant on acid.
Steve re-launched Bohemian Voices at Worcester Arts Workshop in November 2019, but because of the pandemic and then the subsequently permanent closer of the Arts Workshop it is on hold and a new venue is needed.
THE DIM DARK DAY
The harmony of hope
Dangles precariously
From the thin fine
Almost invisible thread of tenderness
The shadows creep upon
The sacred cross
As the ferryman ushers
The wind-swept travellers of time
The prophet crosses
The bridge of dreams
Heading east as the sun
Blinds the eyes of wisdom
Tomorrow is almost
Unreachable as the
Dim, dark day
Is no more