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#opussweeklychallenge When I opened my eyes I woke up And isn't that The most horrible Nightmare of all.
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#opussweeklychallenge When I opened my eyes I woke up And isn't that The most horrible Nightmare of all.
#OpussWeeklyChallenge When I opened my eyes I knew it had happened again. I knew I'd fallen asleep. This time, judging by the fine layer of dust about my bedroom, it had been a good while.
Sorry I forgot about this. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yeah, you read that right.
You leave me and my friends sitting in the produce aisle, For most of the calendar year; But then December comes along and you go all Delia, Think you can cook my lovely green sphere.
#opussweeklychallenge #adventchallenge All of the Christmas tree decs Knew that the fairy would cry When she came out of her box To view Yuletide from up on high She was the piece de resistance It...
#opussweeklychallenge. They build me up. With such love and much fun. Then just leave me there. And the tortures begun. The bigger kids. They punch and they kick. Breaking me down.
I once had something special, A gift to me from another, It wasn't a particular object, But came from everyone but my mother, After she threw me out, And my heart filled with doubt, As I was only a...
#opussweeklychallenge. My favourite ever gift. Was a stocking filler, small. It didn't need a plug. Or any batteries at all. I'd woken in the morning. (Santa was my mum). I'd usually join the others.
Since its my daughters first birthday today and she was the best gift I've ever had for Christmas, albeit early.
#opussweeklychallenge I wasn't looking for somewhere to WRITE It had been the longest time Since I put pen to paper And wrote a song, let alone a RHYME But trawling through the app store In amongst...
#Opussweeklychallenge. The WORDS caressed. Soothing RHYME from his lips. His prose is UPLIFTING. Each letter a delicate kiss. Our FRIENDSHIP. Quickly turned to a true LOVE.
#opussweeklychallenge The sun was pouring blissfully through the trees; Casting spotlights of INSPIRATION on the dense forest floor.
#opussweeklychallenge I've got a brand new iPhone And I downloaded lots of APPS Some of them to CHALLENGE me Some include talking CATS I thought I'd WRITE a COMMENT And maybe start a TREND I Like...
The tide reflects my love for you Flowing back and forth through time The moonlight skims the water anew An effervescent wave to climb The sand beneath my feet, water lapping at my toes Your...
#opussweeklychallenge. You are my Earth, my world, my whole being. I crave your touch, I need it so damn much. You are the true reason I am healing. I need your lips, I miss them far too much.
#opussweeklychallenge This is our world, step into the dark, dingy reality. This Is the monster blindly we have created. A world where the rich police brutality.
Did I just hear right A thousand Opusses.
He really is so kind Really rather fab A rare find And a super dad He is a friend to all He has a naughty side For his charms we fall Our delight, we can't hide He is a true gent On someone you can...
You shall weep silently no more my dear, My love shall bind up all your painful spots, Your heart I will softy hold, ever near, Our souls bound by most unbreakable knots.
Shall I compare you to a razor blade Every time I swallow my poor throat Thou art a tempest I wish would bloody fade Still I shall rest but a bit longer and gloat You have appeared at a most...
#opussweeklychallenge. (I have no idea if this fits as a sonnet???). For her I'd walk on withered blistered feet. And fight the weather the wind and the snow. If at the end of this walk we shall meet.
Oh Autumn, how the trees do weep for you, Each falling leaf a tear for the cold, Torn from branches for a cause that is true, To mourn the lateness of a year grown old.
Old gold runs in your inquisitive heart, The tales you tell of glories new and past, Of days and nights spent oft seeking your part, A quest for meaning goes on to the last.
#opussweeklychallenge Wanna write you a sonnet but I don't know where to start Too used to laughing at the things in my heart Every time I try I just doodle off the page I just annoy myself with a...