Her Beloved – #poetry – #shadorma

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On the ledge

Lost to the night sky

She, alone

Sits, waiting

With starry eyes gazing fast

At her beloved

 

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Remains Secret – #poetry of #lost #love

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I asked a millions time before
My words, fell on deaf ears
I try to give the benefit of doubt
But this, has been for years

Broken promises, over again
Please don’t tell me more lies
Trying to cope with the day to day
All I want to know is, why?

Maybe I should forget all this
Perhaps it’s time I move on
But I wonder, did you notice
That all this time, I was gone

Imploding, in my very own thoughts
Since you never bother to listen
Holding back the pain and regret
My tear streaked face, aglisten

Now I’ve stopped asking, I give up
There’s no point in trying to find
Whatever is left of my barren heart
Remains secret, so surely, maligned

 

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Seek the Rising Sun – #Tanka – #poetry #challenge

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Looking, not for gloom

I must seek the rising sun

Casting eyes upward

Knowing, I will find the light;

Warm comfort in these dark times

 

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 197, #SPECIFICFORM: Tanka

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On the night sky – #Haiku – #poetry #challenge

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Golden droplets glow

Shimmering ever softly

In the pitch of night

 

COLLEEN’S 2020 WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 196, #THEMEPROMPT

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When the Storm is Raging – #poetry – #SeptemberWriting

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Fingers crawling, cross the sky
Grasping shadows, as they fly
Without care, they go awry

In the darkness, lights, adorning

When at last, the dawn of day
Awakens where it longs to play
It’s decided, it cannot stay

Gone quickly, before morning

Yet, to return, and start anew
Fingers twisted, turned, askew
And we know not what to do

Its evil deeds, suborning

Alas, the storm, is surely we
And we watch, but never see
What has become, of you, and me

Best to heed its warning

 

September Writing Prompt – #25 When the storm is raging

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