Tag Archives: Night Owl Poetry

Given at My Behest – #dark #poetry

28 Monday Dec 2020

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Conversation lags
As tension fills the air
Words I wish to say aloud,
But never will I dare.

Turn the wrath of devil’s breath,
Into a burning pyre
Anger lashes back at me,
And I begin to tire.

Wonder what it is I seek,
Outside my bolted door
Is there life beyond the pale?
Or is it nothing more

Than washed out wishes
And fallen dreams
A silence filled
With curdling screams?

Try again, to fight the pain,
Encumbering at best
A plight I’d never give myself
Is given at my behest.

Strange that I would choose this path,
Heavy thorns do block my way
What happened in the aftermath?
Was it something I did say?

 

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Merry Christmas 2020

25 Friday Dec 2020

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Buon Natale, Joyeux Noel, Feliz Navidad, Frohe Weihnachten, Wesołych Swiat, God jul….no matter how you say it, it’s all the same..Merry Christmas!!!!!  Have a joyous and blessed day!  ❤

Before My Storm – #poetry #sadness

17 Thursday Dec 2020

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Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm

Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form

Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm

Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm

 

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She Bends like a Reed – #poetry

03 Thursday Dec 2020

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She bends like a reed, in a summer breeze

Caught in the balance, arms stretched, with ease

Hair flowing gently, as her head tilts awry

The look on her face, says she set her sights high

She is able to move, with such elegant grace

While the look in his eyes, is the only trace

Of a love, so possessive, he wants her, his own

Yet, she wants no part, so he leaves, quite alone

For he knows it’s not him, and it will never be

She is tied to no man, the dance sets her free.

 

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Thankful Tidings ~ #HappyThanksgiving – #poetry

26 Thursday Nov 2020

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A
Crystal
Flurries down
Rushing to meet
A man made of white.
Top hat upon his head
Eyes of coal, a carrot nose,
Mittened hands, endless snowball fights
Days of youth, returning within us.
The bustle of the holiday season.
The coming together of family,
Dearest to our hearts, celebrating
A thankfulness, many blessings
Each one, a mere fragment, of
Years gone by, call to mind
All who have gathered
Bringing with them
Tidings of
Great joy,
Love

 

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!  I am truly blessed to know all of you! ❤

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