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If I were a broken bough, Would still you rest beside me. And if I splintered at your touch, Would then you scold and walk away. If I were but a stormy day, Would still you scamper carefree.
She closed her eyes, And wished for death, Blocking the tears, And taking a breath. Her heart was broken, Her eyes unsure, Her blood was seeping, Onto the floor.
#household. #nightdwellers. Darkness falling. Madness calling. Or am I already there. The magic of the night. Tells me. Something's in the air. The poet's pencil. Fever twitched.
A funny poem is what's missing To stop you all from dissing Thinking I'm too depressed To write humour at its best Humours always here guys I hear your laughs and cries Come on gaz where's the fun.
#youngwritershousehold @littleone Looking at the calendar I smile.
Tick tock goes the clock, And what now shall we play. Tick tock goes the clock, Now summer’s gone away. Tick tock goes the clock, And what then shall we see.
This is my attempt at the house hold challenge.. Themed clocks.
I'm away on my travels. Will hardly post. I'll try to read as that's what I do the most. I'm off to a city so hot and fine. A city where I love to explore, chat and dine.
(Not sure if I'm a bit late to join the challenge, but this idea came to me suddenly so I decided I'd give it a try, this and the next ones in the challenge if possible.
I squat, alert By the stream of consciousness Waiting to catch A potent poemfish. Some are nimble Shine with joy Like scales are gifted By the sun.
You are sweet and I am sour,. You are jokes and I'm dry humour,. You are flowers, I am nightshade,. You're bright sunshine, I am dark rain,. Extrovert and introvert,. A robin and a crow,.
Extraordinary I am an extraordinary girl, As i'm sure you will all agree. I am stood in plain view for all of you to look and see. Would it supprise you at all if I said I don't have a great name.
Your like my saviour. The one I look up too, Regardless you're there, Yet all the times we go through.
I stare at my black leather bound book,. Holding back blank parchment,. Next to it there lies my pen,. And then I realise, with a start,. I'm lost of inspiration,. Been pouring my words out,.
That distance between us. Can't take a bike or bus. Miles away you are. Wanting you here , yet the distance. Way too far. We know we want each other That's good. Even better.
#household. A truth to be accepted. And not to be denied. All the information. You needed was supplied. A lovers choice is made. And deep inside you know. Instead of trying to keep it.
Pegs upon my guitar So white and clean Very out of place So much like me Pegs upon my violin So interesting and chic Reminds me of my sisters Fashionistas not so meek Pegs all around That I always...
I'm like a little flower, I bloom when the weather is fair, I love to dance and sing and jump, when I have no cares But if there's too much pressure, Grey clouds are dark and thick, I run and hide,...
Weave a web of wishes Look to all the trees What web would you choose For your thoughts to be free.
My puppy, Cupcakes, likes to drink milkshakes. She chews on everything in sight, including my brand new kite. I won't stay mad at her long, but I will tell her right from wrong.
I know what's going on Here I'm not going to live in fear Look forward to real life Not living by the knife Whatever I say and do Those who know me know I'm true Staying positive and upbeat Maybe Not...
A kitten's eyes are drooping, She's been so tired all day, Although she's on her holidays, Things haven't gone her way.
#nightdwellers The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight - Behaves like shavings of the night. He sings electric, buzzing odes, A darkness engine on cloud roads.
Let me speak plainly, Opuss inspires many. Curious characters on a page, Give a high I can not gauge. Freedom to explore, These rhymes and more, Many sides to the coin, Enticing others to join.