Tag Archives: strife

Let Him Guide You ~ #poetry #WOTD #FOWC #RDP

12 Saturday Jan 2019

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One must always be instrumental in their own life

Let not the splinters of strife cause you to quiver

Find one who can lead you, through the dark times

Let Him guide you, like the currents guide the river

 

Word of the Day – Splinter
FOWC with Fandango – Instrumental
Ragtag Daily Prompt – River

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Once Upon a Never ~ #poetry #dark #Afterwards

05 Saturday Jan 2019

Posted by in Afterwards Word Prompts, dark poetry, Poetry

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Once upon a never, such moments, lived in strife

She’s always chasing rainbows, lost in another life

Dreams become illusions, fantasy fills her days

Leaving her wanting, and restless, in so many ways

Stuck inside, a mindless state, impatiently, she waits

For emptiness to fill the hours that time cannot abate

 

Afterwards January Prompts – Once Upon a Never

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Optimistic Pessimism ~ #poetry

08 Thursday Feb 2018

Posted by in Poems, Poetry, The Daily Post

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I always tend to be an optimist

But these days I’m not quite sure

Every day it gets harder and harder

I don’t know how much I can endure

I try not to get overwhelmed

By the daily routine of my life

But I’m stuck in a rut, an abyss

One that’s filled with unbearable strife

Pessimism was never my forte

Though the times have changed, you see

I’m beginning to think I’ve forgotten

How beautiful this life can be

 

The Daily Post: Tend

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Vacant Stare ~ #OctoberWriting #poetry

12 Thursday Oct 2017

Posted by in October Writing, Poems, Poetry

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Music held her in a spell

A sound that brought to life

Forgotten times, of yesterday

Her life, now filled with strife

Each note became her solace

As she played to her despair

For no one knew what she hid

Behind her vacant stare

 

Writing Prompt: Vacant Stare – Day 12/31

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