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Hanna Eardley

About Hanna Eardley

Hello. My name is Hanna. I am twenty seven years old and currently living in Shanghai as i am a ESL teacher. I have been writting poetry since i was around eleven years old. My grandpa is a poet, and i'm proud to say some of his talent has been passed down a generation - or two! I love my job as an ESL teacher, i love how a child can say something and suddenly a blurb of rhyming phrases comes to my mind, i love attempting to remember them till my free time, and i love how usually they end up better than the original thought that had popped into my head. Poetry is a way of expressing feeling, thoughts, views, opinions, and i finally feel confident in sharing some of my work with you. I don't have any particular themes, i write about love, politics, life, emotions, confusion - basically where ever the train of thought takes me! Any how, i hope you guys like some of my stuff, and i'm looking forward to reading what you all have to offer.

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Poems by Hanna Eardley

I Have Found The One
- Published: April 2019
Acrostic Poem About Finding The One

in Falling in Love Poems

I set forth the hand upon you

Holding tight to all that's near
Alerting my heart to tremors

I set forth the hand upon you

Holding tight to all that's near
Alerting my heart to tremors
Vast rhythms drawn from fear
Every inch of covered skin

Freedom for which it calls
Only us as passion strikes
United as here we fall
Nothing compares the feeling
Drenched in your kiss of soft

Together, alone, undone
Hovered so slightly aloft
Everything spins out in color

Outcast from others abide
No one will understand this
Eternal lovers' pride.
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A Little Bird Am I
- Published: May 2018
Moving On To Pursue Goals And Dreams

in Change Poems

I ask but this one small thing.
Give me the worldly skies
For I cannot stay trapped here
A little bird am I....

I ask but this one small thing.
Give me the worldly skies
For I cannot stay trapped here
A little bird am I....

Let me leave this here land.
Don't keep me in a cage.
Let me fly to the highest heights.
Let me come of age.
Let me soar among the clouds.
Let my wings spread into flight.
I need to be free; I need to see
The world without a fright.

I have spent my life so grounded,
But my instincts pull me up.
They tell me to go, to see the new,
To finger each buttercup.
I need to witness greatness,
need the sorrow of poverty.
I need to show the world my wings
And shed this gravity.

I want a life of freedom,
And I want to know what's real.
I want to step to the edge of earth
And watch the sea reveal.
I want to take the longest ride,
And I want to feel the wind
I want to share this life with you,
So, forgive me, for I have sinned.

For I know I'm leaving you behind
To shadow in my wake,
But I cannot stay in these four walls
Simply for your sake.
I will keep you in my mirror.
With me you'll always be.
I will share with you my tales,
And I will return to thee.

So I ask but this one small thing
Give me the worldly skies
For I cannot stay trapped here
A little bird am I....
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Twinkle, Twinkle Little Fear
- Published: April 2018
My Biggest Fear

in Fear Poems

Fear is the strangest thing,
as it comes from within our heads.
But that don't stop it tucking us in
when we're safe within our beds.

Fear is the strangest thing,
as it comes from within our heads.
But that don't stop it tucking us in
when we're safe within our beds.

What is it that you fear the most?
Is it the dark or lightning strikes?
What is it that you fear the most?
Is it the water, the greatest of heights?

For me, my biggest fear would be
losing that thing that we call "light."
Not in the sense of being in dark,
but the kind that helps you fight.

That light you find within your eye,
the one that makes it twinkle...
That would be my biggest fear,
not to have that 'round to sprinkle.

I have used it on many a time
to pull myself back from the brink.
It scares me that one day I'll need it
but it won't be there, you think?

When I think of when I've used it,
I don't see where the victim has been.
I see the end, when I climbed back out.
I see the strength that I found within.

But the twinkle is where it came from.
One day, lookin' in the mirror to see,
passed the spots and the wrinkles,
to that twinkle staring back at me.

It is the twinkle that has lit my soul.
It's the twinkle that showed my way.
Every time I had laid down to die,
that twinkle gave me another day.

So, without it would I notice
the person who hides in crowds?
Without that light to guide me,
would I end up amongst the clouds?

I fear that one day my twinkle
will cease to appear to me.
I fear that one day my twinkle
will not be there to help me see.

I fear I will have used it up
and that you only get so much.
And one day, when I need it again,
it won't be there to use as such.

So, that would be my biggest fear,
to wake up one day to find
that I've used up all my twinkle,
and I'd stay trapped within my mind.
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Silence Is Golden

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- Published: March 2018
The Simple Things I Love About You

in Romantic Poems

It is not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained

It is not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
It's the curve of your lips
And the curl of your hair
T'is all of the little things
That make me stop and stare

It is not your intelligence
That drew me close to you
It is not your sense of humour
That has thrown me all askew
It's the touch of your hand
And the thoughts in your head
T'is all of the little things
The things that don't get said

It's not your vivid history
That's made me fall in love
It's not your comprehension
Of the world or what's above
It is your soft temperament
And the way you smile at me
T'is all of the little things
That make me want to see

It's not when we are talking
That I want to know some more
It is not whilst you teach me
I learn what I'm looking for
It is the time we spend alone
And the time in utter silence
T'is all of the little things
That form a strong alliance

It's not the job you work so hard
That shows your true commitment
It's not your crazy habits
That give me great fulfilment
It is the way you use your hands
And the way I have been chosen
T'is all of the little things
Why I know silence is golden
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Hanna Eardley, Shanghai, China
3 years ago

Thanks for your comment. It's always nice to hear support and appreciation.
My Goodness! I would be honoured to have 'silence is golden' used at your Wedding :) I'd also be happy to write you something more personalised. I have an account on fiverr, (but for a comment such as yours i'd be happy to do anything free of charge ;) ).
I also have a lot more poemes on my site : poetry-by-hanna.com and have recently started a youtube channel by the same name. I think you would enjoy looking through them.
Let me know if you tie the knot!
Hanna

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Hanna Eardley, Shanghai, China
5 years ago

I'm sorry this is such a late reply. Being in China, I tend to get emails, notifications, etc. after the fact! Thank you for your comment. The poem "A little Bird am I" hasn't gained much momentum, both on this site and on my own. I'm very grateful to hear your words and to know it has reached even one person. Please, find my other poems through the like on my profile on this site, I would appreciate any comments/support anyone has to offer.
Thanks again,
Hanna

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Hanna Eardley, Shanghai, China
5 years ago

Hi! This is a remarkable poem. I love the way you used the words. I just have to add though, that it saddens me that poetry about care is always reminding people/caregivers/nurses to be nicer. I worked in care for 8 years before moving to China. It is sad to say that some people do need this sort of reminding but the caring caregivers never get mentioned. Out of all the caregivers I've worked with (and I've worked with many) only a handful could have done with reading this poem and others like it. There's also soo much love in care homes and caregivers really do care regardless of the simple few who give this profession such a bad name. Just my thoughts.
Hanna

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Hanna Eardley, Shanghai, China
6 years ago

Thank you. I am currently working on a website to promote my poetry. I hope you will check it out once it's up and running.

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Hanna Eardley

About Hanna Eardley

Poems by Hanna Eardley

I Have Found The One

A Little Bird Am I

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Fear

Silence Is Golden

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