Tag: Friday

Poetry

Pour out

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Of me as the heat is turned up.

And everything is intense, and nothing is left innocent anymore.

You don’t get to walk out that door and face the sun like any other day.

For today if you go, you will end up like a puddle on the floor.

I tried to warn you it was too hot, but you told me to mine my business.

And so here I am inside with cold air blowing at me.

And you, my friend, sunburnt inside whining about how cruel today has been to you.

But to tell the truth, the day warned you in many ways, and you still thought it would not hurt you.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Getting Lost in excellent music like “To be loved” by Adele

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You feel the connection of her uncertainty and pain as if it’s my own.

Like reading a good book or watching a good movie, the emotions, and feelings take you on your own experience.

And the tears that fall are like those they felt when creating what you now love to listen to or read.

Walking away when the song ends is so easy for us, but for them, that’s their memories, and walking away ain’t so easy.

To be an artist is sometimes hard as this feeling of a need to write is there, but the words are not forming yet, so you wait for them to come in their time.

So the days of no words come and go until you can’t stop the flow of words hitting the paper like never before.

A piece that is not only connected to you but to everyone that reads it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I Want to

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Be seen

But I know first I have to believe in myself so that nothing can tear me down.

When all the eyes are on me, and there will be no time for hiding.

And I hope those who want to hear me will hear me and be touched by my words.

For I once didn’t care if you heard me or saw me for me because I wanted to be invisible and blend into this world.

But now I know I’m meant to be seen, and I am worthy of the eyes on me.

For my present and my future, all I’m focused on for my past hurts, and pains are healed up or on their way to being closed wounds.

That no longer hurts me, but they remind me how far I have come.

Poetry

It’s time.

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To spend time together wouldn‘t that be nice

Out in the woods in a cabin with a big window that has a sitting nook

We can eat a nice breakfast and see the great peaceful view.

Get lost in conversion and just cuddle up.

Or we can read books and appreciate the quietness we have craved so much lately.

No alarms to go off and tell us when to get up just naturally waking up when we are ready.

Oh, what a couple of days of this relaxing time away would do for us if only we took the time to plan it and go through with it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

A master

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When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Of all words

A storyteller that enslaved you with my words so that you couldn’t stop reading my work.

At five, to be a writer was cute stories and the possibility to create without fear of rejection.

Now the most significant criticism is me as I feel each piece out as if each piece steals a part of me each time I lay down a word or line.

Sometimes I drain myself like a well that seems bottomless and helpless.

But I always recharge and find my way back to the words that sell my soul and make me a writer to this day.

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

So

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I haven’t been acting like myself lately; it’s not a crime, yet you’re watching me as if I’m doing something wrong.

But it’s October, the month where being dark is just the way to go.

So why worry if I’m changing when I most likely be back to me on November 1st, and I won’t think twice about what I wore last month?

I’m still young why not have a little fun?

When I’m all done, I won’t regret the way I dressed or wore my makeup.

I will have lived fully, and that’s all I ever truly wanted to do.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Even in

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A brief storm in my life, my passion, always shines through it as it continues to grow and bloom on its own.

Sometimes I can stand tall through it, but sometimes I need to bend down and take a moment to appreciate what I have and what I want.

My future is not always going to go the way I want it to, but I know I will be okay wherever I end up.

So as I stand up and take a shot, I see the world for what it is and capture it the way I know beauty is and can be.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2022 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I wish

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Week 304 of Three Line Tales

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I could find a little space and get my creativity to flow like a beautiful waterfall. You can’t get enough of my words and feelings.

That there will never be enough time to get all things done and stop and breathe in the fresh air.

There will always be something fighting against you, but you must not give in.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Three Line Tales 304 | Only 100 Words

Poetry

You’re like

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Three Line Tales 303

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Nothing I’ve seen before so bright and mysterious.

Your presence speaks volumes as you light a new path for me every day.

You’re what I love to look at, and when I feel I can’t get enough, you shine even more so, lighting up my life like nothing ever could before.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Three Line Tales 303 | Only 100 Words

Poetry

I won’t

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Go there as you seem to keep crossing the line.

And a part of me wants revenge, but then I realized it’s not relevant to my growth, so why fight back and fuel the fire.

I would instead walk away knowing you wanted me to fight back so you could feel better about yourself.

Because in reality, it’s always been about you and no one else, and I’m a little disappointed your that selfish, but who am I to judge.

And so I try not to, but every time I try to stay out of it, you’re pulling me back in, in hopes to make me more like you.

But I’ve been down that path before, and it always ends up with you alone with more issues than you had in the past.

And to me, that struggle isn’t worth it.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I can

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Run from you but I can’t run from myself.

I put this off for far too long

It’s time to deal with it now, or it will continue to grow until I’m stuck in it too.

With No escape plan needed this time as I walk to my last destination.

I hope to put everything back in order again.

Therefore, Sitting on the sidelines to my own story isn’t an option I can afford anymore.

Especially if I want my story to have a good ending

And impact someone other than myself when it’s all said and done.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Free

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 Week 276 of Three Line Tales

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To dance and enjoy this break from everything as the sun shined down on me.

I know this break will be different as I swing around and do things differently this time around.

Looking at the clear sky I pray things will be clearer for me as I step forward and stop looking back and accept this is my vision and only God can guide me through this path that is traveled by few.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyrighted ©️ 2021 By Deirdre Stokes

Three Line Tales 276 | Only 100 Words