23 Monday Apr 2018
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There was nothing ugly about her
Feathers glistening, meant to stun
A tuft of white, hidden beneath her
Nature’s Beauty, cannot be undone
Gliding, gracefully, in waters green
She shines, with the morning sun
Ebony gleams, in the light of day
As a swan, she is second to none
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22 Sunday Apr 2018
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Under radiant light, once again, reborn
A whispering breeze across the vibrant sky
She awakens with the gentle call of morn.
Life on Earth heaves a gentle sigh
For she is the mountain that reigns above
And the lands found down below
Delicate beauty, who bestows with love
As she watches her mighty Earth grow
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21 Saturday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, dark poetry, Poems, Poetry
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I lurk in the shadows
That block out the sun
Long for the hours
When daylight is done
Dwell in the darkness
Tis where I’m content
Hidden, unnoticed
Is how my life’s spent
I am one with the creatures
Who stir in the night
Awaiting the sunset
To silence the light
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20 Friday Apr 2018
Posted in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Friday Fantasy, Poems, Poetry
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A tragic event that brought him down
His house, left in total shambles
Disaster had struck, while he was away
He was out for his nightly amble
Clouds of smoke, darkened the skies
Ash and soot, covered his clothing
The fires had finally begun to die
All he felt was his own self-loathing
He never thought this would happen
Though he seemed not to care
This house, filled with hatred and doom
Watching as embers, sparked and flared
From the window, of his very own room
Wondering if he was meant to be
Inside, when the fires ignited
Stepping back, from the heat of the flames
How could he have been so shortsighted?
April Writing Prompt: Catastrophic calamities – Day 20/30
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19 Thursday Apr 2018
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It’s the trip of a lifetime, he told me
One I’d surely never forget
I should just pack a bag and be ready
We’ll be flying on his new Lear jet
You can imagine how excited I was
To think, he asked me to fly with him
Although I knew, not where to
I went anyway, all on a whim
We flew around, for hours and hours
I had no idea where we were
In fact, I didn’t know where he was
Funny, how this didn’t occur
I fell for it, hook, line and sinker
Such a cad, he turned out to be
Now I’m jet lagged and feeling jilted
He never boarded the plane, you see
April Writing Prompt: Jet lagged and jilted – Day 19/30
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