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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1960’s Out Side Loo
How often do we take for granted the comfort of the things we have in 2020? I remember my childhood and visiting my aunty and uncles with my Mam. I also have memories of living with my granddad in an old two-bedroom terraced house, the worst memory being the outside toilet (the loo to the younger readers). In some places we would visit, Mum would tell me beforehand, “Don't ask to go to the toilet; it's bloody filthy in there. You will catch something.”
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Writers
Poverty
Coal mines The land of hardship and forgotten times Hardship, poverty, dark, dirty coal mines it’s a no man’s land, the death rate high
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Death Has No Door
I am the spirit of an old Coal Miner, yes a Ghost I can tell you some stories that would frighten most Let me take you back to the year 1843
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Missing You
The rain falls, the wind blows, gone the season's warmth Make way for the cold icy winter snow My tears fall like rain. you’re only gone for a while
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
It's A Hard Life
It’s a hard life for me by heck it is So much to do makes my head Whiz Its a hard life by heck it is so much to do puts me in a tizzy
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
GarsWood Hall
Garswood all A lad of 14 left school, the next day he was given a job down the pit He had a terrible accident within hours of joining it.
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Taffy Was A Coal Miner
Taffy was a coal miner, dedicated to the pit He worked from being ten years old He loved his job and never once regretted it
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
On The Outside
From the outside looking in, I dream of how my life could have been. I recall memories of days gone by, then I bow my head with a silent sigh.
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets

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1960’s Out Side Loo

Poverty

Death Has No Door

Missing You

It's A Hard Life

GarsWood Hall

Taffy Was A Coal Miner

On The Outside

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