Forlorn porcelain…

Cyranny's Cove

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Daisy bloom,
Pretty one,
Kiss on your cheek
From the evening’s gloom.
Porcelain skin,
Soft carnation, you sound
Like a boy’s dream
Come true.
Still the smell of
Sorrow runs in your thin hair.
What is it, in your eyes?
Doleful doll, melancholic darling,
Your silent pout
Is deafening…

Via today’S Word of the Day; Doleful

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Cold…

Cyranny's Cove

Ivy shadows dancing
in the wind, dying
flapping of a ghostly
pidgeon’s wings…
A siren afar ripping through
the silence of the night,
a neighbour’s child giggle,
Do they realize it’s almost midnight?
Trying my best to warm
my hands on the last candle’s flickering
flame… But it is useless, my knuckles
are already whitened by the coldness.
I blow on them,
They stiffen…
I rub them a bit,
They start aching…
It is a fatality. Freezing fingers
just can’t sing.

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A Reflected Haiku #2

TANYA CLIFF

trees crowned with glory

still pond, the jealous lover,

reflects autumn’s dance

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Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me

Entry posted in haiku & poetry.

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Colors (haiku)

michnavs

Far away from you
Is to be blue my dearest
I wait; purple heart .

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Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm.

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun:

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/friday-foto-fun-blossom/

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[188] Edge of The Circle

Smoke words every day.

Lumps inside my chest
My tongue slips when it talks
Scared of my reflection
Even if its in the dark
Mind is convoluted
My heart ran away
I talk in riddles so
its hard to admit what i feel
So its hard to see what i feel

She ran away for a better music
That plays a smile in her eyes
That stops when she realises
The reality with me that lies
I want a confrontation but
I fear the consequences
I don’t lie but i stay silent
And start a tale so tragic
That loops in circle
Every time i feel i’ve reached its edge

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Stressful Day | Sunday Sonnet

Written Word

A world of shattered dreams,
That comes to sit upon my head;
I’m busy tearing at the seams,
Instead of sleeping sound in bed.

I’ve too much time to waste on you;
I’ve got my bills to pay.
I’ve got to find some pleasure too,
To end my stressful day.

Instead of sitting still, I’m lying down,
But do not count me out.
When you expect me least around,
You’ll drown in all your little doubt.

I cannot fear; Don’t waste my time.
I’ll beat you back with fist and rhyme.

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I Stole Time

Poetry and Prose

I stole time,

Slowly quietly tiptoed,

I grabbed it forever,

No more time will pass by.


Witnesses to my crime,

Are the shadows,

And the echoes,

Of the love we made.


I won’t let it go,

And if you want to know,

Time is kept caged,

Safe inside my heart.


And if you go searching,

You will never find,

Where I have hidden the keys.

Time is now ineluctable.


Time will never escape us again.


Copyright: Word Hunter

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