Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

Fade Away – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

05 Wednesday Apr 2017

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I hide, in an obvious place

In the most unusual space

Though you think all you see

Is a shriveled up tree

What it is, is really my face

 

Disguised, like the bark of an oak

I quietly watch, as the folk

Walk by me and glance

Did they see me, by chance?

When I’m hidden, under this cloak

 

There’s no need to fear my presence

I’m simply the earth, in its essence

I’ll be here awhile

Mystify and beguile

Until, I depart, evanescence

 

 

 

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A Wilted Rose – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

04 Tuesday Apr 2017

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Early morning hours

Linger for an eternity

In ebony light

Dried up, depleted

I, like a wilted rose

On the yellowed page

Fell crumbled, defeated

And you left me that way

 

 

 

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Awaken Me – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

03 Monday Apr 2017

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I am weary

Growing tired of the day

Awaiting, the night

Longing

For darkness, the Milky Way

My mind, emptying

Of daily matters

Weighing on my heart

My thoughts, scatter

And yet, I am alive

Wishing on the stars

Gathering the light

It awakens me

Ebony splendor

Surrounding my soul

Taking me places

Tis where I am whole

 

 

 

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Growing Old – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

02 Sunday Apr 2017

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Moon glow lights his aging face

Eyes that sparkle, like the sun

Wise beyond his years, yes he

Must be the chosen one

Perched, upon this mighty branch

His talons, hanging tight

Could this be the evening, when

At last, he says good night

Many a year, he has spent

Wandering, for his evening meal

Searching for the proper prey

Is now his one ordeal

You wonder if there is a way

To keep him, where he stands

Realizing, in his eyes,

That he has other plans

You watch his days grow shorter

Til the day, when he’s set free

His final wish, indeed, came true

He grew old, with this old tree

 

 

 

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The Place Someone Called Home – #NaPoWriMo #poetry

01 Saturday Apr 2017

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Somewhere near the center

In a town much like your own

Lurking in the shadows, is

The place someone called home

 

Graffiti paints the outside

Where once the stone stood proud

Covered over by nature’s roar

Standing alone, now, in a crowd

 

Of wooden barriers hiding

Branches and trees converge

Should you find an entrance

I do hope you’ll soon emerge

 

For town folk tell the story

Of a spirit, there’s no doubt

Who lures you to explore within

But never lets you out

 

 

 

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