By dovemarie
All the poems in this book are taken from Fan Story clubs and contests, as well as some of my own creations. Nature, philosophy, religion, emotions, changes in the seasons and personal experiences are some things which come through in this book that I hope you will enjoy! dovemarie
By dovemarie
Painfully writing from my cell block
block in my mind and heart
heart full of memories, good and bad
bad feelings invading my being
being lonely, criticized, left out
out of my body
body full of aches and pains
pains torturing my soul and spirit
spirit wandering darkened paths
paths criss-crossing over rocky grounds
grounds and mountain trails
trails dangerous and steep
steep precipices where I've almost fallen
fallen as I write from my cell block so painfully
| Author Notes | I have gone long periods without writing, blocked by emotions or sometimes I just keep putting it off. I chose this poem to start my book because the poetry is flowing out I feel I'm breaking out of a cell block |
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She is my midnight owl
A friend in fair weather or foul
We sometimes get mad
Our problems can be so bad
Our natures are the same
When we call each other a nasty name
Neither of us wants to take the blame
Yet she has a good heart
Even though at times we're ready to part
Many times our friendship seems to fail
At other times, we dovetail
We have walked on rocky ground
But I'm glad she's always around
| Author Notes | Alicia and I have the kind of relationship described in this poem She has a lot of physical problems-dialysis, knee replacement, difficulty breathing and sleeping |
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icy mountaintops pictured against sky
of pinkish-purple backdrop
regal, majestic sight
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Isolated, excluded
For years I sat in my room
No friends, no family support
Walls close in around me
No one understands; nobody cares
Living in a separate world
Trapped inside my broken mind
Being alone, unable to relate
Lonely years in a barren desert
Hovering between two worlds-
Handicapped versus non-handicapped
Empty life, broken dreams
Solitary confinement
Trapped in a prison cell
People who meant a lot are gone
| Author Notes | thanks to Maureen Woychyshyn from Fan Art Review |
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I'm glad I'm alive
In the year "twenty-five"
Creating poetry, looking forward to Spring
Future months will bring
Happiness and sadness
Grief, joy, and gladness
| Author Notes | I thought it was appropriate to write about the year 2025 for a 25-word poem |
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Overwhelming waves of pain
Crashing through my nightmares
Washing away hopes and dreams
Mountainous breakers tearing at my heart
Emotional trauma driving me insane
Overwhelming waves of pain
Vicious winds assaulting my spirit
Howling overhead
Crashing through my nightmares
Midnight tsunami
A terrible tragedy
Washing away hopes and dreams
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Black man's
new dream
nonviolent war
elminating bloodshed
races united
| Author Notes | Poem in memory of Martin Luther King's assassination April 4 1968 5-line consists of syllables 2-2-5-7-5 |
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Crescent moon
rests between bright stars
turns the tide
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mountain stream
icy cold, flashing between trees
spraying over high rocks
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Prayerful
Hands folded in union
Pleas and petitions soaring upward
Fast from meat
Giving up bad habits
Forming clean, pure ways for a new life
Adoring
Divine Presence of God
Holy Body and Blood revealing
| Author Notes | Thanks to congerdesign from Pixabay |
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From outside I heard these sounds:
Snarling, growling, howling hounds
As I passed by the fence,
My body began to tense
Beware, take care!
Avoid the Boxers' and Pitbulls' lair!
Cross the street
Quickly move your feet
Warning-Danger Within!
All this frightening racket and din
Skedaddle to the other side
You can never give them a berth too wide
| Author Notes | Inspired by Little Workshop of Horrors club |
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harvest moon
shining overhead
guides our way
| Author Notes | Thanks to Brendaartwork18 from Fan Art Review |
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Last Snow
Final farewell
Green patches appearing
Cold, sharp, pinprick rains pouring down
Last breath
| Author Notes | We've had what I hope will be our last snowfall Welcome Spring! Thanks to supergold from Fan Art Review |
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Yesterday's rain left
A chilly, damp morning
Wet, deep puddles
Streams dripping from the awning
Today's rain left
Flowers beaded with droplets
Softly pattering
As a pale-rayed sun sets
Tomorrow's rain wll leave
A rainbow's pot of gold
Value untold
Future fortunes to unfold
| Author Notes | We're having an extremely rainy spring I wanted my poem to show how rain can be dismal, like life, yet burst out into a rainbow full of beauty and hope the way life can turn out thanks to PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay |
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Sky
clouds, stars, moon, sunlight, rainbows
flowers, soil, grass, rocks, mountains
Earth
| Author Notes | thanks to dodgement from Fan Art Review |
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Blood boiling
Constant criticism
Daily nagging
Everything going wrong
Frustration and failure
| Author Notes | What I went through in my childhood, adolescent, and even in adult years. Thanks to Alana Jordan from Pixabay |
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Adopted mother, in the order of grace
I worship Her blessed face
As she gazes on me from Her Heavenly place
She has teal-blue eyes
Like azure skies
Her skin is white as milk
Her dress is soft, shimmering silk
Her cheeks are the color of a rose
Her face exudes a gentle repose
She is the lily of purity
Waiting to welcome me into eternity
| Author Notes | A tribute to my Blessed Mother |
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Storms
Severe dangerous winds
Sailboats tug at anchor
Stillness, then thunder crash
Snowstorm with deep high drifts
Sleet mixed with rain pelting
Streets covered by black ice
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Window shopping along the streets
Bargains and sales
Attract my gaze
Spend my last dime
Moving along I catch a glimpse
Of spring clothing
Colors so bright
Beckoning me
Next day tripping beside the stores
Pretty items
Catching my eye
Forgot charge card!
| Author Notes | I've been on many trips both in the USA and abroad. I look into souvenir and gift shops. So many items make my mouth water This is a modified minute poem with no rhyme |
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From the inside looking out
Full of fear and doubt, going without
Months and years I've cried
Looking out from the inside
| Author Notes | thanks to Petra from Pixabay |
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Waning sunrays and eerie moon shadows fall on this copse
Mysterious winds whisper through treetops
Approaching nightfall in unfamiliar territory
Tempted to flee
Branches waving back and forth; dark-green boughs
Strange silhouettes sidle out from behind trunks
Trickles of fear to arouse
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Climbing grief's icy mountainside
Chills and hurt for someone who died
My heart aches
With droplets of burning cold snowflakes
Long ago we met
Things to remember, things to forget
Traipsing over crevices and rocks
Howling winds echoing through our memorable talks
Tears wet my cheeks
As I gaze toward jagged peaks
Contemplating valley of shadow below
Where rushing, swirling rapids flow
Harsh, windy gusts all around me flow
Adding to my sorrow and woe
| Author Notes | Still grieving for my friend Stephen who died New Years Eve morning, 2024 |
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Jewels in fine cases
Cases of uncut diamonds, rubies, riches
Riches oh sapphire, emerald and topaz
Topaz sky with sunlight gold
Gold bracelets and earrigs gleaming
Gleaming on beautiful women
Women are precious jewels
| Author Notes | thanks to M. from Pixabay |
By dovemarie
By a child I was accused
He claimed being abused
Telling Mom I gave him sexual touch
Even after I'd loved him so much
These days kids accuse you of lust
Their accusation is often unjust
Nowadays we must refrain from child-embracing
Suddenly, a charge you could be facing
Can children sense
The letter of the law,
Or the spirit of innocence?
| Author Notes | i babysat a 4-year-old boy who accused me of "touching" him when he turned 5 years old. The mother almost fired me The accusation was not true. The state got into it and said to the mother "and she touched them sexually too, didn't she?" (I'd been babysitting him and his younger brother. The mother said :No. She just tickles their feet." She kept me on for three more years. I have mental illness, and I was so afraid she'd take me to court,and all I would be able to do was deny it. But she didn't, thank God |
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Mixture of wind squalls and cool rain
Knocking against a window pane
March winds breeze through April showers-
Heralds announcing May flowers
Gardens, farmlands, valleys, lying in wait for Spring
Colors of earth-brown, grass-green, nesting birds sing
Far away in heavenly heights
Rainbows and sunsets send delights
Shedding glorious harmony
All creation singing on key
Rippling pools of freshwater coursing over rocks
Verdant shades of beauty accompany long walks
| Author Notes | Proserpina is the goddess of spring. She was kidnapped by Pluto, the god of Hades. Ceres, Proserpina's mother, mourns her daughter's absence (winter begins) until the god of the underworld returns her to earth. |
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With a deep breath my song begins soaring high
Hymns of religious seasons sung in a choir
Instruments' various tones as sweet notes sigh
Voice and harmony rising towards the sky
Clearly ringing chimes pealing through the church aisles
With a deep breath my song begins soaring high
Piano, organ, drums, flute and lyre
Angelic mixture of music so divine
Hymns of religious seasons sung in a choir
Heavenly choruses hovering so nigh
Harmonizing cantors flood altars with song
Instruments' various tones as sweet notes sigh
Alto, soprano, tenor and bass combine
In a rapturous, spiritual design
| Author Notes | I sang in a choir from age 17-22, then sang Psalms solo accompanied by pianist. The church I attend has various instruments, and on Good Friday I sang solo accompanied by organist. I always look forward to singing I feel as though I have a powerful talent |
By dovemarie
Our old attic is full of sights and sounds
Creaky, dim and dusty
Where treasures abound
I find safes which I unlock
Filled with diaries
Covered with child and adult writing
Bitter, sweet, bittersweet memories
A traveling clock, stopped at a precious time
Past days, crumpled letters
Boxes of old clothes
A little girl's ribbons and bows
Carriages full of Tammy and Barbie dolls
Bats, hockey sticks and baseballs
Reminiscent of childhood play
Happy, carefree days
Cobwebs clinging to the eaves
Musty odor, something stale air leaves
Childhood toys
Remembering long-ago joys
| Author Notes | a long time ago my family's house had an old attic with similar items in it Later we converted it into bedrooms for me and my sister |
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| Author Notes | antonym diamante first word and last word are opposites "diamante" is Italian for "diamond" poem is in shape of a diamond |
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| Author Notes | off/on rhyme is my creation 4 or more quatrains 1st verse free verse, 2nd verse rhyming, etc. or 1st verse rhyming 2nd verse free verse, etc. Rhyme scheme can be anything e.g. aabb,abab |
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