Once Meant for Two ~ #poetry of lost love #RomanticTuesday

19 Tuesday Dec 2017

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Ruffled in red, lips the same hue

She sits at a table, once meant for two

The champagne, now gone, an empty glass

Waiting beside her, this sorrowful lass

Hopes of togetherness, no longer exist

He left her for another, his secret tryst

She lays down her head, as sleep settles in

And dreams of a love, that never has been

 

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Chipped Edges – #poetry #DecemberWriting

19 Tuesday Dec 2017

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Old books sitting on a shelf

Not sure if I’ve read them all myself

Bindings with edges, chipped and peeling

Make them seem ever more appealing

Thinking I should open them up, peruse

Wondering which one I should choose

I’ve decided, this is the perfect book!

I’ll get lost in the waves with “Captain Cook”

 

Writing Prompt – Chipped Edges – Day 19/31

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Help Me Raise £250 For The Dogs Trust By Leaving Me A Link To Your Blog

18 Monday Dec 2017

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Let’s help Hugh reach his goal of £250 for the pups! All you need do is leave your blog/author link in the comments on the original post!

Burn Away ~ #haiku #RonovanWrites

18 Monday Dec 2017

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I watch the candles

As they slowly burn away

Dripping memories

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #180 Slow&Burn 

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Wondering What’s Next – #poetry #DecemberWriting

18 Monday Dec 2017

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I think Michelle does this on purpose

Makes my writing become quite a circus

She comes up with these prompts

And my brain cells get stomped

Wondering what she has, next, for us

My poems begin with hogwash

Near the end, I pray, rather posh

But as you can see, I’m a true devotee

Hope I’ve tackled her words with panache

 

Writing Prompt – Pish Posh – Day 18/31

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