Category: poetry
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Poetry – Going Out
I’m waiting for the night to come, So, I can go out to a brand-new club, And look forward to enjoying all the silly stories that come out in the morning, They make everyone reminisce and enjoy the night. Later, we all go out together to get drunk, While the boring ones stay home all…
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The Untrusting
At night, one young man crept outside, To take a sneaky peak. He watched a young woman, Sitting on the balcony, looking like a delicate antique. The woman with her perfect face, Gave him a cheeky stare, As he watched her with little grace, When she escaped down the stairs. So, the man left and…
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Poetry – When The Power Goes Out
When the power goes out I travel through time Reading on the couch by candlelight The flame flickers about each candle jar The glow of the light Dances upon my open page With a blanket for warmth With a book in my hands I couldn’t ask for a more simple time Light the stove with…
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Poetry – Poem To Self
You love hard and give your all all the while forgetting yourself You fully pour into others all the while, you’re placed on the shelf That light you carried, slowly fades to black all the while, no one else lacks Everyone is skipping through the fields of lilies all the while the dark cloud floats…
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Poetry – The Christmas Spirit Is Worth More Than A Biscuit
A roach curled up in the corner Fire ablaze and cinders flying A rat in a woolly hat crocheted by Nana All huddled up and keeping themselves comfortable In the well-lit house of Nancy, the interior designer Notorious not for her taste but for her dislike of germs Who used too much bleach both on…
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Poetry – A Ballad Heard By Clovers
Meet me in the fields of four-leaf clovers on a Wednesday afternoon. There we sit amongst the butterflies, in reverie about the time gone by. The undulating clovers listen to secret conversations drifting in the air. Past confessions once sung and plucked on the strings of a pink guitar, Remind me of the way I…
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Poetry – Play
I just want to play.Mommy and daddy tell me no all the time.They’re too busy.Brother plays with me but he gets bored with me sometimes.He gets scared at night so we sleep together.I don’t mind. I don’t get scared.There’s no one here but us and our friends.The lady in the pretty dress showed me this…
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Poetry – Control
I must remain calm.My family keeps making up these fantastical stories about ghosts and now even my poor dog seemsunbalanced.He may be better out in the yard.Either way, the amount of bulbs I’ve had to replace lately is insane.Everyone keeps the lights on at all hours of the day and night.My family has gotten sloppy…
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Poetry – The Window
He’s staring again.The man is wet but it’s not raining.He bangs on the glass but no one looks at him.It’s so loud.He’s screaming and there’s darkness coming from his mouth but no one sees.Sometimes he stands by the front door, waiting for someone to open it.But no one comes.I want to help but the way…
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Poetry – Bedtime
Every night is the same.Make dinner, eat, clean up, put the kids to bed, go to sleep.Very repetitive.Except lately…Since we moved into our new home, the children complain about a woman they see atnight.I, however, do not see this woman. Our dog has also been very unhappy and I’ve had to shush him morethan I…