Marie381Uk

Joined March 2020

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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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Inside the Apple
Inside the Apple I bit too deep, the sweetness lied beneath the blush, a hard thing writhed. Not worms, no slow decay,
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Three Off This Week Oh Wow
Three Off This Week Oh Wow Three off this week oh wow oh yes A little win I must confess I’ve stuck to plan no messing round
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
What We Had is done
What We Had is done Man, woman, sad-eyed grace, what we had was ours, our place— it was fun, it burned, it shone, we had the sweet, we had excitement.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Last Goodbye
The Last Goodbye He didn’t beg he’d done that once Five years of stolen time a love not loud, but real. He pressed between silence
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Red Tears falling like ketchup
Red Tears falling like ketchup She didn’t weep like others do no sobs, no gasps, no reaching through just silence, thick as drying paint
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Gates Were Quiet In Heaven
The Gates Were Quiet In Heaven The gates were quiet not carved with pride, just standing open clean and wide. No echo rang
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
True love forever
The Luckiest Feeling It wasn’t lightning no wild storm just your hand and everything warm The world kept turning but mine stood still
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Gorgeous Goose
Gorgeous Goose Well hello there, yes it’s me posing proud for all to see feathers neat, beak on display strutting like it’s fashion day
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Beekeeper Who Loved His Bees
The Beekeeper Who Loved His Bees He rises with the morning sun, boots on, suit zipped, day begun, a hum of wings, a golden song,
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Babushka Dolls
Babushka Dolls She sits on the sill when the moon hangs low not bought, not gifted, just there one day five painted faces, none with eyes
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Brontophobia The Fear Of Thunder
Brontophobia The Fear Of Thunder It starts before the sky breaks before the light before the sound A change in the air
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Phone Box And The Storm
The Phone Box And The Storm I was small. Really small. The kind of small where your whole world can fit into your mam’s coat pocket, and every noise feels ten times louder than it should. Especially the sound of a Thunder Storm,that is every child’s fear when it picks upon the look it’s mothers worried face.
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Fiction

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Inside the Apple

Three Off This Week Oh Wow

What We Had is done

The Last Goodbye

Red Tears falling like ketchup

The Gates Were Quiet In Heaven

True love forever

Gorgeous Goose

The Beekeeper Who Loved His Bees

Babushka Dolls

Brontophobia The Fear Of Thunder

The Phone Box And The Storm

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