26 Tuesday Oct 2021
Posted in dark poetry, Halloween, Poetry
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Mama said it was taken care of
“Child, there’s nothing to be scared of”
I close my eyes, and to my surprise
There is something I’m made aware of
22 Sunday Mar 2020
Posted in Poetry
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A home built high
Upon a tree
Once held the young
Now sits, empty
They’ve flown away
A world to see
Oh how I wish
They, were me
I’d fly above
This world, unrest
A silent tear
Shed on my quest
Then cry aloud
At my own behest
Won’t someone join me
In this nest?
Where we can heed
From one, above
The somber coo
Of a mourning dove
Who fears humanity
All hate, thereof
She prays that Earth
Will find her love
Where once a man
Was born, so free
Taking pride in all
This majesty
Let’s fly away
Perhaps we’ll see
Just how beautiful
This world could be
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24 Friday Nov 2017
Posted in Friday Fantasy, November Writing, Poems, Poetry
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Who am I inside this shell?
Confusion sparks a living hell
Four of me, what’s the chance
I’m stuck inside a circumstance
Not quite sure what happens next
So much of me is so complex
Ready to run from a turbulent past
Stopping and standing, brave and steadfast
Falling to my knees, head in my hand
Seeking the answers I don’t understand
Hoping to find how to rid this unrest
Conquering the disturbance is now my life’s quest
Writing Prompt – Temporary Turmoil – Day 24/30
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