Poetry

You play

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I like a violin; the sound could become magical and bright and just lovely to listen to.

But you pull my strings, and when you play me, the noise is so horrible it doesn’t last for long for even you can’t stand it.

You demand attention like you are the artist and I am the instrument.

Together we could create something unique, but you choose to focus the connection, and in the end, you lose.

And soon, you will toss me aside and give me up, but someone else will treasure me, and that is when we will shine together.

And maybe one day you will see this and regret what you did, but also I’ve learned from it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

With light

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Steps you glided towards me with so much hope in yours eyes.

As if it’s been days since you’ve seen my face.

And I smile as everything lights up inside me like a child on Christmas morning.

The feeling of joy radiated around us, never like before, as we became one again.

I hope that this time will last a lifetime for us.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Uncategorized

Happy Thanksgiving

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Everyone who celebrates

What a wonderful day to be thankful and alive.

Even when it’s so cold out, we have made it this far.

This year has been rough, but I’ve learned and grown so much.

To finish this year off on a good note is something I look forward to.

I hope everyone had a blessed day full of so much joy and love. ❤️

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Winter is

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in the air as I stand out in the field, loving this place I call home.

Even though winters here are brutal, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I know everything about this place and all that there is to see and feel and experience, but each season always brings me something new to see and feel and remember.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

They say

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You’re hard to read like a complicated book, but something good and exciting in all the mess.

So they jump on for the ride in hopes you will become something good to read and learn from an experience that only happens once in a lifetime.

Something to put on a bookshelf, but in the end, they always come back too, even when they don’t read paper books anymore.

For you will always be something to treasure and appreciate in the end.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To just

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Breathe away my fears would be excellent for once.

The anxiety that I have so much to do but no time to do it creeps up on me.

Where did the days go, and how did I end up doing so little after all.

When will things change, and will this fear and anxiety always win?

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I’ve let

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You chew me up and spit me out, too many times and enough is enough.

The doors of my life that once we’re open to you are closed, and I don’t trust you enough to open them once more.

You’re like a snake you bite when you want to and wrap your tail around me when you need something from me.

You know your bite won’t really hurt me, but you enjoy seeing me in pain and confused.

Until the day I set you free in a place so far away, you will never find your way back to me and my peace or happiness again.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes