Month: July 2020

Poetry

Just

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Let me go

And let me move to my own steps.

Maybe our paths will cross again but let’s not put too much faith into the unknown.

I know nothing in life is perfect.

But we always want to get as close to doing something great all the time.

We want to move to our own drumbeat.

We want to get lost in the music we love to dance too.

So we are calm and become one with ourselves.

Letting the music carry us to new levels of hope.

Only to let it all go again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I’m not

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going to lie

these feelings inside are driving me insane.

But every chance spent together is unique and sweet.

And yet I want more

But is this real or is it just miss signals.

Or too good to be true

Am I about to make a fool of myself?

And is it worth the risk?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

You and I

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So different but

Yet we’re drawn together.

Connecting and reconnecting overtime

Feels so right and this time I won’t let go.

Fighting myself to not mess this up.

Always so bright when you are near and I love it.

The darkness is no more when you are around.

Today will be great no matter what

For my light is shining brightly since our interaction yesterday.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

It’s like

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I never knew how to live

until you came along and showed me continuous kindness.

No matter how much of a pain in the ass I was

You never let that get to you, you always lifted me up

Even though I never asked for it.

You always were the extra support even when it was just small things that bothered me.

The support I always wanted but didn’t seem to receive because I felt I didn’t deserve them.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Looking

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Three Line Tales, Week 232

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back at the past when playing in the tub with bubbles and rubber ducks were well fun.

The rush of being somewhere was not insight and the fun of just playing until well the water got cold.

Just the little moments to look forward too, when a bath was more about fun than a time of relaxation. Oh how I wish I could go back to those days and truly cherish them.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Not much

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To worry about today as I watch him jump in the puddles.

As if getting his jeans wet wasn’t a concern for him.

The freedom of getting so high with his jump and coming down was a thrill.

As the fun things in his life were a lot smaller than the list of things I had to get done were.

So getting dirty to have a moment of joy was worth it.

For he can always go home and throw them in the washing machine and call it a day.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

With so much

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Going on around me

And well hiding isn’t an option.

For I want to survive

Well being cautious and aware about what is going on around.

And I want to stand up and say something and not just hide behind a screen.

I want to work hard and feel like every step i take isn’t like me tip toeing around because I’m afraid to make the wrong move.

For I know the danger is not just in the streets but inside the buildings.

But to speak ones mind and to believe it will all work out.

Takes an higher power and I know no one can take him from me.

So with him I will survive dead or alive for my presents will not be forgotten about.

But for now I will survive alive and continue everything

And hope he will deliver no matter what the outcome for me will be.

For when he comes and paves the way there will be no human that can stop his victory.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

It’s been

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Three Line Tales, Week 231

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a long day and even the thought of getting on my bike and going down this path.

I feels like too much even though I know I would get home quicker if I just hopped on.

But the view of the sun setting makes me want to take my time for I know once I’m inside I won’t appreciate it as much.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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To feel

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Like it’s too soon to reach out to you again.

Even though being around you is like experiencing Christmas every day.

Your words are as sweet as chocolate and every time you say something I melt a little more.

You’re always so cheerful and jolly, like a good Christmas song.

You’re like the warmth of a fire I just want to be near on a chilly day.

You ‘re like a fan on an overly hot day, keeping me cool as the temperature keeps going up.

Your my marshmallows in my hot chocolate making an already sweet drink sweeter.

Your a nice night on the town, an memory worth cherishing.

Nothing about you is forgettable and for that I am so grateful.

For I know like every season I look forward to seeing you and experiencing the changes that come my way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes