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A Thousand Years – #poetry #domestic #abuse

16 Monday Dec 2019

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She cries the tears
Of a thousand years
Unbeknownst,
To those around her.
Held in her heart,
Yet so far apart
Only anguish and sorrow
Surround her.

She can still feel the pain,
And then once again
It disappears,
As if it never happened.
But it returns soon enough,
And though she is tough,
Her heart remains
Broken and blackened.

Afraid of the day,
He comes back her way
She hides,
Where no one can find her.
Deep inside her own shell,
She’s living in hell,
And he’ll not be afraid
To remind her.

For once, they had loved,
Til he pushed and he shoved,
She could no longer
Keep it secluded.
The scars she now bore,
Her own personal war,
A soul stripped of life
And denuded.

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Her Name was Elle – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

30 Tuesday Apr 2019

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A candle lit by the window, burned

She stood there, in contemplation

In the only place, she knew so well

Locked away, she was seeking salvation

From those, who chastised, for naught

She fought hard in the very beginning

Alas, she dared not fight them anymore

There was never a chance of her winning

Where she remained, alone, in her beauty

Kept inside, what they called, a living hell

Most had forgotten why she was there

But, she’d never let them forget, her name was Elle

 

April Writing Prompts – Her name was Elle – Day 30/30 – Hard to believe another month is gone, not only for Michelle’s prompts, but this is also the end of National Poetry Month.  Here’s to looking ahead!!

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Friday Fantasy ~ Sly of the Fox – #poetry – #whatdoyousee?

08 Friday Feb 2019

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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.


Two maidens, quite fair, with the sly of a fox

Take heed when you greet them, too near

Each holds the one which matches her locks

Pick wisely, or else, face a lifetime of drear

She, who holds white, holds the heavens above

Pristine and untouched, by mere mortal hands

She who holds red, holds the demons below

Eyes closed, she drips vile, where she stands

Cloaked as forest foxes, though, easy to tell

Who is who, they still have their ways of hiding

Do you really know, which one you have met?

Think quickly, there is no time for deciding!

 

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Firestorm ~ #poetry #Afterwards

02 Wednesday Jan 2019

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Storm clouds gather, drowning light

Red, with a fire, burning bright

Lightning strikes, forms a power

Hell unleashed, upon this hour

Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run

This beast, engulfs the midday sun

Untamed, fangs bared, roaring about

No way to douse it, can’t put him out

He covets the skies, desires now met

Wicked is he, this firestorm threat

 

Afterwards January Prompts – Firestorm

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At the Brink of the Link – #OctoberWriting #OctPoWriMo #poetry

30 Tuesday Oct 2018

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She was dressed in a flowing gown of white, but there was nothing chaste about her; chained, her hands, to links of gold, she is the devil’s own, his saboteur. Fires blazed from her wings, as demons came to seek; the ones who dared to get too close, are made weaklings, ever meek. Her bindings, wrapped around a pole, each with a trio of skulls; snakes and scorpions at her feet, she’d been rejected, a mere cull. She would not settle for second best, she vowed to prove them wrong; unleashing her quite evil wrest, defeated those, so strong. For the skulls that clung so near her, fastened to the wooden pole; are the heads of those who cast her out, twas where she drowned them, in the shoal. So if at night, you hear a sound, a terrifying clink; take shelter far away from here, she’s found release, from the edge of the link.

 

October Writing Prompt – At the Brink of the Link – Day 30/31
OctPoWriMo

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