Tag: poetry

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Winter Again: A Poem

emilieturner95

The fire roars,
the snow falls.
I’m behind closed doors
and solid walls.

Winter came again,
the best time of year.
I never complain,
I only cheer.

Winter is amazing,
there’s no downside.
Fireplace blazing,
rugged up inside.

Hot cocoa in my mug,
book in my hand.
It feels like a warm hug,
just as planned.

Winter, I adore
each and every year.
Winter is no bore,
it is comforting and dear.

I find comfort in the cold,
away from summer heat.
Winter will never get old,
it is always a treat.

The fire roars,
I’m happy and snug.
I love to be inside,
sitting on my rug.

Winter is comforting,
it feeds my soul.
Winter is supporting,
it makes me feel whole.

The fire roars,
the snow falls.
I feel comfort inside
my hallowed walls.

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A New World: A Poem

emilieturner95

Emptiness is all that I feel,
silence my only friend.
My bed cold and the world silent,
the day has come to end.

At first, I felt very hopeful,
life would be different.
I thought change was finally here,
dreamy… magnificent.

I never dreamed we would go back,
worse than things were before.
Thought we finally had a voice,
and basic rights galore.

But once the day is at an end,
and all is said and done,
I feel like we have stepped backwards,
and the end has begun.

The fight will never be over
at least that’s how it feels.
There is so much work to be done,
we fight to take the wheel.

I fight for a much better world,
after the big parade.
A world secure for my children,
a world we will have made.

Women’s history is central,
and celebrations, key.
But the fight needs to continue,
of this, I guarantee.

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Introverted Comforts: A Poem

emilieturner95

The sun has set, night comes again,
moonlight now floods my room.
I’m at peace snuggled in my bed,
cosy in my bedroom.

Candlelight flickers and dances
off the walls beside me.
I wrap the doona around me
slowly sipping my tea.

My window slightly cracked ajar,
cool air brushes my skin.
Cold winter breeze relaxes me,
my happy days begin.

I breathe a sigh of happiness
I’m in my comfort zone.
Silence fills the room around me
I love to be alone.

Days are filled with anxiety
But nights are filled with joy.
Bundled up with my book in bed
Is just what I enjoy.

I love to immerse in my books
absorb stories and tales.
My books comfort me every day
of this, they never fail.

My books open up new-found worlds
New people and places.
I can delve into foreign lands
Right by my bookcases.

I do not have to leave my home
to find my own pleasure
Comfort is found where I am safe
Relaxed at my leisure.

I love my introverted life
of simple joys and highs.
I feel so relaxed and happy
I slowly close my eyes.

My books bring me so much comfort
My dreams bring me delight.
I know the stories are not true
But they often feel right.

Night-time brings me so much comfort
I can forget my plights
I love my introverted life
I love the quiet nights

Quiet introverted comforts
are what I so enjoy.
I spend nights quietly, alone
It brings me so much joy.

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Wedding: A Poem

emilieturner95

Weddings are always a big deal,
So much music, dancing and love
It almost feels surreal.

There’s always laughter and a good meal,
And love exudes through the air.
Weddings are always a big deal.

I love the way weddings make me feel,
As I remember my own special day,
It almost feels surreal.

Sometimes it doesn’t quite feel real,
To see people so in love.
Weddings are always a big deal.

There is always so much appeal,
In going to a beautiful wedding.
It almost feels surreal.

Weddings can bring families to heal,
And show we can overcome a lot
Weddings are always a big deal
It almost feels surreal.

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Dreams: A Poem

emilieturner95

In my dreams, I can fly away
across ocean and sea.
In my dreams, I forget the day
I’m allowed to be me.

In my dreams, I dare to cast spells,
and rule over the land.
In my dreams, I collect sea shells,
buried deep in the sand.

In my dreams, there are never fights
only peace, love and joy.
Everything always feels so right,
there’s so much to enjoy.

In my dreams, there are no pains
They release me from my chains.

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Baby: A Poem

emilieturner95

I never knew this kind of joy
Being a mother is so new
Oh, my sweet little boy.

I love to show you a cute toy
And see your gorgeous smile.
I never knew this kind of joy.

I love the cheeky smile you employ
When you know you’ve been silly
Oh, my sweet little boy.

It’s the simple things I now enjoy
Just a giggle or a smile
I never knew this kind of joy

In my life there is so much joy
I get to spend all day with you
Oh, my sweet little boy.

This kind of love is hard to destroy
You melt my heart every day.
I never knew this kind of joy
Oh, my sweet little boy.

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Her King: A Poem

emilieturner95

The darkness was everywhere,
Hiding her from view.
No one could see her,
Not that she wanted them too.

She walked the lonely road alone,
Not a soul was around.
Her feet kicked the rubble,
That layered the ground.

The world she once knew,
Now lay at her feet.
Her evil plan,
Was now complete.

But this was not what she wanted,
It was all wrong.
He was meant to be here,
Ruling beside her as King.

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Starlight: A Poem

emilieturner95

It is very quiet this night
Too quiet for me.
There are no people in sight
No one that I can see.

I usually enjoy the stillness
I find peace in the calm.
But today silence means illness
Disease has come to our farm.

I’m too afraid to leave my room
Afraid of what I’ll find.
In the morning, chaos will resume
But for now, I’m safe inside my mind.

It is very quiet this night
In the glow of the starlight.

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The Music: A Poem

emilieturner95

I close my eyes as the music starts to play,
The sound is beautiful to my ear.
On these occasions I feel like I’m floating,
For the music is all I can hear.

As the music plays through the night,
Countless images start to form.
I see myself dancing on snow and ice,
Or fighting against a vicious storm.

I see myself in a faraway place,
And walking through a town.
I see myself in the wide, blue sea,
Trying not to drown.

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,

I see myself sleeping on a soft cloud,
As the pixies point and stare.
I watch the beautiful, young mermaid,
Comb her long, blonde hair.

I see the wondrous fairies,
Smile and dance in the light.
I laugh at the moles underground,
Complaining that it’s too bright.

I pat the white fur coat,
Of a smiling polar bear.
I see a man and a woman start to dance,
Without a single a care.

A sadness builds up inside me,
As the music comes to an end.
But I know that it will return soon,
For the music is my best friend.

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Haunted Dreams: A Poem

emilieturner95

Whispers echo through my mind
breaking down a shattered wall
I built it once to save myself
a promise I would never fall.

Little words can mean so much
and tear out a person’s heart
‘I love you’ means the greatest thing
until the meaning comes apart.

Through my twisted thoughts
not a single truth passes
and every moment moving faster
as the life before me crashes.

My heart aches more with every beat
blood flowing thick and strong
my cries search out in darkness
like an untold heartbreak song.

You took all that remained of me
shattered heart and darkened soul
I believed the words you said to me
my pain now burdened as the toll.

If I could savour one last wish
to cleanse myself of what may seem
my only choice flow’s crimson red
and leads me into haunted dreams.