Tag: Heart

Poetry

Talking to you

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always is worth the wait, I know we don’t talk as much anymore and I don’t know how you feel about that. 

But, life is throwing so much at both of us that the time when we could probably talk just doesn’t happen for we both end up just being too tired. 

So days have gone by and maybe even weeks and months and then one day it just seems like a good time to say hi and it always never seems like time has gone by. 

We just pick up where we left off and talk and talk until we have nothing left to say until next time when ever that may be. 

Time doesn’t really stop me from not caring and the feeling of not being there for you always doesn’t sit right with me but, I know that life is pulling us both in two different directions. 

SO it’s hard to but the certain that when something big happens you are always the first to know and even over tired you always seems to make just a little bit of time seem like hours. 

The memories and the moments yet to come are the things that I look forward too as this year comes to an end and a new one is yet to begin. 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

The gem

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I sit there staring at the most beautiful gem

I have ever seen and the want to have it is so strong

It could knock me off my feet.

The color so bright it shines just like the sun, sometimes so bright it blinds you for a moment.

But, the beauty is so unreal it’s scary something so great could be so real and so close to being mine.

It doesn’t cost money or trading things to get, it just takes a bit of faith and hope and a little movement with  your nose.

Close your eyes and reach out and the gem would be mine.

For the gem was never a piece of treasure but your heart inside of you and I worked hard to make sure it was mine to protect and love for a lifetime.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

I knew

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Things were different when life seemed to pass me by.

When my memories of days seemed so foggy.

Yesterday seem like a lifetime ago and things I did, I can not recall.

Maybe it wasn’t important to remember it all or maybe my brain is to full of the past to be able to focus on the present.

And take note of the things changing now and how much the walls in my life are coming up more.

I’m well guarded and yet it doesn’t stop my heart from caring behind the glass it’s locked in.

It beats on and brightly as if nothing could harm it and even if it did it would forgive.

It’s the one thing in my life that doesn’t change for my heart is pure and caring and maybe it’s full of loving people and things and one dog.

But it knows it always has room for more, if only more would take a chance on it.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Poetry

Daily Prompt:Solitude

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Sometimes I wonder what my heart is really trying to tell

me when it feels something so strong, but my mind can’t seem.

To understand what is happening, when it all happens so quick.

If only I knew how my heart worked maybe than I  wouldn’t

be alone today.

Looking at the rain that keeps me inside and away from the things

I’m trying to avoid in the first place, becomes my reason I can’t come

out today.

But I can’t hide for long, for I know the truth will come out soon and

apart of me wants to  live in this moment forever.

For the peace of being alone is relaxing and it lets you be carefree, and

one with yourself as your problems fade away and solitude becomes your

new meditation.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

Daily Post Prompt: Solitude

Poetry

Frustrated

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For my heart is in a place that doesn’t seem safe.
The thorns grow more out of control each day.
Poking and causing pain like never before.
There is no situation to what my heart is going through.

There’s not even an explanation to how this started or when it will end.
So I’m frustrated to the point of I’m just standing here waiting for something to happen.
For I have no moves left to take and no words left to say.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes