Sarah Wheatley is a young poet from ‘ye ol’ Essex,’ with a passion for story telling, inspiring positive mental health messages, as well as natural preservation. Using poetry, creative medias and song writing, she aims to allow others an outlet for their emotions and beliefs, as well as providing a safe haven for any individual to feel acceptance and care
Bought up into a life of music, love and the delights of nature, she often dwells between her homes of inspiration- her allotment shed and Felixstowe seafront, where she can kick solid feet into the ground and view the positive aspects of the, often, difficult world we live in. This has in due led to an enjoyment of writing music and stories for children to aid their understanding of the challenges in our ever changing world, as well as find means to overcome them, soon uploaded on YouTube.
She also adores gardening and baking, with an ever increasing passion for cheese, pie and (always), mumma’s home cooked meals.
Her works can be found online at
@dapple crack poetry
Her first self published book will be available soon on Amazon UK.
Wood through wood
Years past And wood through wood I searched for each last Hope of good Each little candied hope of truth That lay behind the tainted tooth The rabbit hidden in its burrow Sharing peace, not sadness, sorrow Knows family all live on tomorrow No cull see in its view. A mottled cloth on baby lay In sleep, In rest, in fun, in play Dreams guilded gold and ecstacy A feeling he'll never lose. Old woman takes her final breath Peaceful on her side she rests And thinks of all the joy she's left Love all she'd known, for love she grew .. I see for what I choose I know that hate ensues I know we get bad news I know pain hurts right through But wood through wood I choose the good Because What else is there to do?
My lilac meadow Beauty abounds In harmony's mist Where corn feather tree tops grow And all is opalescecent, reminiscent bar'n bought bliss where butterflies wings float, true lingering ease Roam round the meadow, twirl, dance, merrylegged around me Flit silently, flutter sunblooms Through my heart, beat, tease. Twist Where I am home And I am sailing And heart is chorusing And where I sit With my mother At peace Knowing Happiness? Lovefelt. This. Is it.
MoleHoles and Egos
A molehill isn't a mountain But to an ant, it is mighty foe A stones throw away, is no big accolade Unless your target is holding a bow. An individual's unique situation You could never full sightedly know Choose not judge those who aim below you What they're going through, might not be on show. We're all human Our lives within stained glass view Look outside Then look deep within you Do they truly know Do you, openly, exhume The entirety of your inner world The things that all consume You Make you feel low? Bow like a mighty oak within strong winds. Or are there pains within your panes That you choose not to disclose. Look beyond the window frame. At all forms, sizes, shapes of woe Let it be your chance to show kindness, friendship Choose to help that person grow. Stand on your shoulders Reach to their next rainbow. Never know, it might be you next time Take your every chance to live life kind