‘Love, Hurt And Loss A Collection Of Poetry’

Helen Ingram’s Interview with Coleman

1) Did you pick your genre or did it pick you?

A mixture of both, I started writing poetry at the age of twelve, but I also had a massive passion for art and design.During completing my BA Honours Fine Art degree, it kept finding myself returning back to poetry and creative writing. I guess creativity just flows through me.

2) Do you write multiple genres?

Yes, currently I am doing poetry on a wide spectrum of subjects and I am planning on writing my first fiction book which is about a high school girl.

3) How much time do you devote to writing per day?

I spend about four hours writing my books and promoting when I can, as I also have a child to bring up. Sometimes its hard to get the right balance.

4) What have I published so far?

I have self published one book on Amazon called ‘Love, Hurt And Loss A Collection of poetry.’ Which serves as an introduction to my work and is written in a contemporary style.

5) Has your method of writing changed over the course of publishing your book?

Yes, I spend more time editing and ensuring that all the way through says to me. I would read that. I also try to aim to make my books interesting enough so you continue reading and that it doesn’t send you to sleep. I do find myself looking back on old work now and again and discovering errors.

6) Where do you see yourself a year from now?

I hope to achieve a big social platform following and to carry on producing books. Exploring new ways of expressing my creativity and maybe one day return to art. To return art I would like to incorporate both my written word and art.

7) And 8) Did you self publish or traditional way or both?

I self published as it fitted me well. I like working at my own pace and not feel pressured to rush a piece of work. I think I will always prefer self publishing as its more cheaper and the author generates more of a return.

9) Of the books which you have written, which I your favorite and why?

I think my favorite would be my upcoming fiction book which I don’t have a title for yet so watch this space. In ‘Love, Hurt and Loss A collection of poetry,’ I would have to say that my favorite poem is ‘I always dreamed’ as its based on a true life experience and reflects on when I meet my partner and had my son.

10) Why do you become a writer?

I became a writer as I love being creative and expressing myself in any art form.

11) Who is my target audience?

My target audience at present is people who like poetry in any form mainly contemporary poetry. My poetry generally explores any topic, but my fiction book will be soppy, and romantic.

12) What are you working on now?

The books I am working on right now is my second poetry book ‘My World’ which explores themes of society, politics and nature. My fiction book which I haven’t named yet but will be exploring themes of sexuality, bullying, cyber bullying and family breakdown of relationships.

13) What makes you different from other writers?

What I like to think makes me different, is that I don’t conform, I take bits from everything that I like. Whether it is the world we live in to personal issues. I guess my work focuses on real life and real life issues. I like my creativity writing to or be taken somewhere new. See things in a different way or a new light.


This poetry book is an introduction to Helen Ingram’s poetry. The poetry themes range from love to the loss of a loved one. The poetry book draws on personal experiences and many variations of love. Whether forced, seductive or romantic. Each one of the poem has its own chapter title. This book uses a varied style, of different poetry approaches of form and rhyme.

Reviews so far on this first book by Helen Ingram outside of Amazon,

‘Luv it’ Roger Beleffi

‘I always dreamed….I just read it. Lovely poem.’ Davide Barbanera

A sample from ‘Love, Hurt And Loss A Collection Of Poetry’

The Secrets Of Love

He used to know my heart, like a rose petal shivering in the wind,
He used to know what was needed to keep it beating,
To keep the red passionate rose alive,
I use to want to do anything for him,
I would sacrifice anything for him, to be that guy again,
Now I just do things as if it’s a duty.
He used to understand my mind,
How things would take time,
To melt away the layers,
To reach my precious heart,
We use to be so close,
Now we just coexist.
We use to be affectionate,
Be so close to one another,
That we would be practically on top of each other,
Now it’s just a kiss and cuddle,
What happened to the angel prince?
I met back a long time ago,
I guess his been washed away,
With the secrets of love,
To be kept in a secret locket,
Never to be seen again.


She was your dream and your eternity,
Your eternal beating flame, lighting you up like a tiger’s roar,
She was your fantasy, a goddess from the angel’s above,
With curly shiny hair twinkling, and flickering as the sun caresses her face.
She was your rose, that you protected like a crystal ball,
Like a beast she was your beauty,
She was divine and elegant,
Then she crushed the goodness of your kind soul,
Of your will and gratitude,
To stand by her side,
Through fire, rain and wind,
Till the heavens fell,
You loved her until the end.
Your heart feels like a thousand knifes, pin prickling at once,
Everywhere you go, reminds you of her,
Of the love and enjoyment,
You once shared; you would move the earth,
Run around the world and back to meet her every desire,
So you can feel her love once more.
You’re desperate and gasping for air,
You awaken to feel her touch but she is not there,
Then you realize that, the relationship is through,
No matter how many times your heartbeats, there’s nothing you can do,
So you have no choice but to move forward, and mend your broken heart.


Your lungs feel like they have died,
He forced you, why did he lie,
You tried,
To fight him off,
But he was stronger than you,
Stronger than you can ever imagine,
Like the speed of a football, going past a goalkeeper.
You felt helpless,
Like a trapped animal, caught in a net,
Trapped, and isolated,
He always did it when no one knows,
When no one will hear your voice,
You acted normal,
You had to,
You had to face the school bullies, when you went to school,
You couldn’t let them see you weak,
Hurt and dirty,
Used and neglected,
I’ve spoken,
When are you?
I’m not going to let the bastards win.

Lover’s Game

Tonight my love, we shall play a game of life,
That will captivate, two lovers melting hearts,
We laid out our bed of roses,
With red passionate, rose petals surrounding us,
My lover approaches handsome, and horny ready for action,
I tremble, my heart bounces with joy, as I become overwhelmed with happiness,
We have waited so long, my love to become reacquainted,
We were shut away from the world, away from the troubles, so we’re in our paradise,
Our paradise, in our own dream,
Where we are lost in our magical minds, as we surrender to love’s embrace,
We stood up covered in the blood stained bed sheet,
As we caressed each others skin,
Lover’s creation sparkling and twinkling,
Into life molding, and sculpturing,
Into a beautiful precious person,
That’s the lover’s game.

Hearts Voyage

My boo as you drift away,
I watch on as your heart of an angel,
Takes its last beat,
Never again will my heart feel your fondness,
Your gentle embrace, and delicate soft touch,
That warmed so many hearts around you,
Your heart is on a new voyage,
Now, another journey awaits you my love,
You may have left my world,
But as I look up, or I look at our photos,
I know you are guiding me,
Keeping me safe from harm,
Whenever I become weak, and have no strength,
To carry on,
I shall look at the stars,
And know that you are near.


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