Marie381Uk
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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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It’s All About You
My special Love So I walked into the works canteen, you were sat alone with a brew and toast. I was so excited to see you. You smiled, and my heart beat faster as I said hello. I can’t explain how happy that moment was; I had worked with you a few times in the past. We chatted happily. Time went so fast. You went your way and I went mine. When the shift ended and we were all checked in, I went upstairs to the works club. I ordered a Coke, sat down, and there you were, heading over to sit with me. We laughed; I loved being in your company. I think we were both shy. Alas, the club shut; it was again time to go our separate ways. I felt sad. Your eyes were so dark and sexy; I imagined kissing those lips. Maybe in another world you could have loved me and I you. I hoped and prayed you would be in work tomorrow, and you were. Our friendship grew, and you were locked in my heart forever. I just wish I had been locked in yours a little longer than the time we shared. But they say, don’t they, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Someone else snapped you up and took you away, but she could not untie those heart roots or erase you from my memory. I think of you often and relive those special moments we had together. I will take my deep-rooted memory of you one day to my grave, and when God asks what my special memories I have I shall tell Him all about you, my special 381 x 2.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Bad Parenting
Bad Parenting Sam and Donna moved into the new house. It was much bigger than the rented two-bedroom they lived in. Donna could feel the neighbors' eyes on her, watching as they took the baby cots, chair, and toys. "Oh my," said Donna to Sam, "they have more stuff than us both." "Well, what would you expect from twins?" They both smiled. Mrs. Webber at No. 32 nearly put her neck out trying to see what sex the babies were. They were all wrapped up; it was October, after all.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Writers
Corona Ruined My Life
I published this a while ago on here. I had never publicly written anything and submitted it. There it was, my thoughts and feelings on my iPad screen. I felt like a proper writer, yes, me. Then I feared comments: could I take it if people laughed or hated it? Was my spelling okay? Oh God, I felt sick. The end result was, wow, I did that, and I felt and meant every word. Please read it, tell me what you think. Oh, and for the record, I am suffering from long COVID four years still after contracting it. COVID has ruined my life; I am just starting to try to walk again and snap out of my down days. It left me with severe joint pain. Memory Fog. Burred Sight. Insomnia. Psoriasis. Arthritis lots worse than before Covid) Breathing Problems. Fear of going out or people coming to my home. Depression. Anxiety. stomach trouble irritable bowels. And hairy feeling on my tongue. I am just starting to walk again. Tinitus and severe weight gain.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Pride
Little Bird
Little Bird Little Bird so light and gentle, God's creation. What a painting it turned out to be, feathers of a chukaroo. Makes me think of trees standing tall, like him—gosh, bet he was 6ft 2; my head was just above his belly. I am so small. Like apples falling from a tree, look at him, look at me! So little bird, I hear your voice as you sing to me: wrong choice.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My Dream Holiday
My Dream Holiday The view from the sky was amazing, as we were landing. my world suddenly turned good expanding. You held my hand like my mum used to do reassuring me all was well I got a card for my uncle tom hope he is better soon. Look at me in the sky with the stars and the moon. Astronomy was always interesting in school. I was a fool crushing in on my teacher. Like the feeling of being on the waltzer at the fair, leaning as we spun round and round. the holiday begins in ten minutes as we land. Once a Robin landed on my washing line, one red breast. Got my sun cream and best towel for the sand. He held my hand tighter as we landed while I closed my eyes oh god did I close the window in the porch? Lots of mail will pile up it will be all junk. Well not that much in a week. The lights looked great from the sky, it looks like Christmas I said down there. He just smiled. Touch down, and wow I am in Spain. He rubbed his hand, did I cause that pain? Hard to believe he was a stranger in a seat when I got on. Bye he said hope you enjoy the holiday he quickly made for the exit. I woke up wow what a dream so it was just a dream no need for sun cream funny how the mind can wonder to anywhere, and beyond there. Who was the guy who held my hand where is my holiday now? the sea the sand.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
