Month: October 2022

Poetry

The rain

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Was pouring down so hard that night.

I thought no one would be foolish enough to still come out.

But there you were, lurking in the shadows with a bag in your hand.

You were waiting to get some candy as you came out of the darkness.

I almost screamed but saw it was only a kid with his mom.

Trick or treating in the rain, she made a promise and kept it even though she was miserable.

Maybe next year, she will plan differently so that she and her son can both be happy and warm.

With a couple of chocolates or gummy bears to warm their tastebuds and their tummies as Halloween slowly comes to an end

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Rise up

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Like a wave in the sea only to come crashing down.

But that crash isn’t seen as bad thing because I will rise again.

And maybe next time, it won’t be as messy, and when I’m done, the sun will be out, shining down on me.

Showing me I have so much more to live for, and no matter what, I can accomplish it all.

And there will be falls, but thats just the way life is, and I’ll take the good and the bad and rise as high as I can and show myself I am capable of feeling and expressing myself.

Like a wave, I will rise again and again, more determined than before, to prove I can do more.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

To be

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Tired

Wore down

Speechless

Frustrated

Overreacting

Freeze in time with no reaction at all until common sense kicks in.

To be unconcerned or bothered by it all can be judgment itself.

But wait a minute, what are you being called?

Waste of time or Laziness, annoyance was that the words being thrown behind your back.

Or at your face, I don’t even know anymore as the words and hate all blend the same No safe place to breathe or believe, as your words can be twisted and seen in so many ways.

Sometimes you wonder if it is worth being heard and seen.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Your not here

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But I am

And what does that mean

Does it mean anything

Or does that mean I have so much left to do

And will I waste the opportunity you gave me and run out of time?

Should you have given me so many chances, my friend

Or should you have given up on me like everyone else?

Who am I now that you are gone

Will I ever know, even as I make a name for myself

I know it won’t be the same if you were the only one rooting for me!

You knew when I was good and when I was okay was just a lie to get by in this world.

You not here, but I know now you never wanted me to end up like you.

And every day, I will fight my demons to make you proud, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Every night I

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Will go to the bench and talk to you.

And every night, I get no answers back for you are no longer here.

But I met you here, my quiet soul, so shy and afraid of the world around you.

Surprised you made it out this far when you feared everything around you.

But one night when the moon was full, and you had come out late by yourself.

You fell into the water as you heard someone call your name.

At least that is what you said when I jumped in, and l pulled you out.

But now you are gone, and I sit outside on our bench, wishing I could hear about your day and listen to you all night long.

But I will never know what happened to you that day as the water doesn’t whisper to me like it did to you.

Miss you, my friend.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes