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Suffocated in Sinopia – #poetry – #MarchWriting
30 Saturday Mar 2019
Posted in March Writing, Poems, Poetry
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The years haven’t been too kind
After hanging around for so long
I thought, I was feeble in mind
And losing my will to be strong
I was tugged on and hung from
Heights I was afraid to climb
I could even hear my heart thrum
Alas, I was running out of time
Left here, so many years ago
Forgotten times, I can’t complain
Can you, please, help me, though?
I’m a bit insecure, when in the rain
Day after day, it’s always the same
A life, once fulfilled, is now dystopia
But who exactly should I blame
For my being suffocated in sinopia
March Writing Prompts – Suffocated in sinopia – Day 30/31
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Things Unseen- #poetry #FebruaryWriting
18 Monday Feb 2019
Posted in February Writing, Poems, Poetry
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I am unseen, in this vast world I dwell
No one really notices I am here, as well
Walking around, with their heads in the air
Passersby never seeing, nor do they care
Making their way, to wherever they must
Leaving me here, with no hope, nor trust
That the human race will eventually awaken
Realizing, the path, so many have taken
Filled with self-doubts, a heart of defeat
No shelter from the cold, life on the street
No matter the weather, no matter the time
We remain unseen, a punishment, for no crime
February Writing Prompts – The order of things unseen – Day 18/28
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Come Back, Anytime! – #poetry #whatdoyousee?
14 Friday Dec 2018
Posted in Poetry, What Do You See?
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The lovely Helene of Willow Poetry has challenged us with “What do you See?”. You may write a poem, haiku, tanka or short story that represents what you see or feel within you. More info can be found in the link below.
Hey there, yes, you! Do you remember me?
Come in and visit, the space is free
I’m sorry there’s no chair, for you to sit
I surely hope you and your gear can fit
I have been standing here, quite a long time
I think I’m forgotten, it should be a crime
For not long ago, I had so many friends
Why did that have to come to an end?
Oh yes, that’s right, it’s those cellular things
The ones that make noises, when they ring
But not me, I have one tone I can play
And I happen to like it, a lot, this way
So anytime you get tired, of playing around
Come back and see me, I can be found
On the sidewalk, by the lamplight, near the street
I can’t get up and leave, I have no feet
But you do, so please, don’t leave me here alone
Come back, anytime…
…signed your friend, telephone
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Frayed and Worn ~ #poetry #DecemberWriting
07 Friday Dec 2018
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Would you have a moment
To help me with my wares
Won’t you stop, lend a hand
And show me that you care
I cannot seem to get a job
For my dress is frayed and worn
I think I understand just why
You look at me with scorn
You think that I am lazy
You couldn’t be more wrong
I may look like a ragged mess
But my will, is ever strong
It is not my choice to live here
Like this, each and every day
Do you really understand
Why I am this way
I have been forgotten
So I live here on the street
Please won’t you help me
Find some shoes, for my bare feet
Author’s Note: As the winter months approach, please, if you have an extra pair of gloves, or a scarf, and you see someone in need, consider an act of kindness, knowing it may never be repaid.
December Writing Prompt – Two halves of dress, frayed and worn – Day 7/31
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