29 Tuesday May 2018
Posted in Haiku, Poems, Poetry, Ronovan writes
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Gathered together
Free to sway, with the spring breeze
In a verdant home
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21 Monday May 2018
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I can hear her calling, in the night
A whisper, softly spoken to me
She always appears, when there is no light
It’s the only way, to make me see
Her ethereal presence, in my home
Though I know not, from where, she comes
Just a subtle breeze, whenever she roams
She always knows, when I’m feeling glum
Her sweet voice, floating in the air
She is my comfort, when I am withdrawn
Her spirit lingers, in a silent prayer
As she disappears, with the wake of dawn
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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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06 Tuesday Mar 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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A place to loll away the hours
Basking in the shade or sun
Under canopies of emerald green
Until the light of day is done
A sanctuary, a hidden treasure
One to keep you safe and warm
A place you can call your very own
Protection, from approaching storms
I marvel how you build your home
Each piece so carefully interwoven
And soon I grasp, just why it is
The reason this branch was chosen
The Daily Post: Branch
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05 Monday Mar 2018
Posted in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post
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Something was missing inside this house
Sometimes noisy, it was quiet as a mouse
Perhaps they had left, gone out to play
Maybe they waited for, yet, another day
Still, the silence droned loudly in the tiny room
No one at the table, nor granny with her broom
Everything is tidy, but no one comes to see
This is where you’d always find, one big family
But times have changed, the kids all grown
Granny’s gone to a different home
The house lays still, collecting dust
The fireplace andirons, have started to rust
Where once, pure laughter filled the air
There’s no one home, there’s no one there
They’ve all gone away, and found their own place
Once a house full of love, is now one empty place
The Daily Post: Typical
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