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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My 381 Forever Love
My 381 Forever Love The thought of your hand is etched in my memory forever the tingle, the feel, the whisper of warmth against my skin.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Whispers of his life
Whispers of his life In the whispers of his life, A tale unfolds, both tender and wise. Each moment a chapter, cherished and bright,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
A poet who lost his way
A poet who lost his way In a small town where shadows play, Lived a poet who struggled to find his way. Once, he spun words like a masterful tale,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Odin's Runes. A Poetic Revelation
Odin's Runes: A Poetic Revelation In the bustling city of New Norsebury, where technology dominated life and creativity often felt stifled by the digital noise, a quaint bookstore café named "The Rune Quill" served as a hidden refuge for dreamers. It was a charming spot filled with the rich scent of coffee and the rustling sound of pages flipping—an oasis for aspiring poets seeking solace in shared stories.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Fiction
A valentines Love Like Ours
A valentines Love Like Ours On this day of hearts, so bright and true, I celebrate the magic that is you. With every glance, my soul takes flight,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Dementia Haiku
Dementia Haiku ♦️ Can’t remember ♦️The word no one wants to hear ♦️It’s dementia
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
A Night Shift in Dementia Care
A Night Shift in Dementia Care As the clock struck 7 PM, the familiar sounds of the hospital came to life. Staff began to fill the dimly lit corridor of the mental health ward as I walked through the doors, ready to begin my 12-hour shift. The aroma of antiseptic lingered in the air, mixing with the faint sound of distant conversations and the occasional beeping of monitors.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Longevity
Does your Poetry paint a picture
Does your Poetry paint a picture Every poem paints a picture, Every picture made of believable words. Each line a stroke, each verse a tone,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Dementia is cruel. Who Is She?
Dementia is cruel. Who Is She? I look in a mirror; I ask you, Who is she? You gently explain, “This is you, my love.”
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Did I know you yesterday ?
Did I know you yesterday Did I Know You Yesterday? Did I know you yesterday, Were you a part of me? Did I know you yesterday,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
Where did my yesterday go?
Where did my yesterday go? Where did yesterday go, Did I miss it, waiting for tomorrow, Did I forget about it, While bathing in my sorrow?
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
My colouring book days
My colouring book days My colouring book and pencil play, Take me back to childhood days. Pencils stacked in tidy rows,
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets

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My 381 Forever Love

Whispers of his life

A poet who lost his way

Odin's Runes. A Poetic Revelation

A valentines Love Like Ours

Dementia Haiku

A Night Shift in Dementia Care

Does your Poetry paint a picture

Dementia is cruel. Who Is She?

Did I know you yesterday ?

Where did my yesterday go?

My colouring book days

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