Deadlines | Poetry

Looming, you wait

around the corner,

crossing the dates

from the calendar;

taking the time

from our grasp

until the scope

zooms in fast,

and all too soon

it’s deadline day.

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Blurring | Poetry

When the days blurrrrrrr

into one.

And everything fades

to obscurity,

the world makes the

most sense

in the dark.

 

@melissaholden94 

 

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New Chance – Shape Poem | Poetry

New chance

                         given once,

taken away

                    at every bump

every corner

                every inch of skin

a fresh chance

                        to take your

dreams away.

A New Autumn | Poetry

Today felt like a new

Autumn 

Brisk and intrigued

A crisp, fresh breeze

A whisper of

Winter in the air

That chill, the dew

Pursed on my lips

That promise of

Crunched leaves underfoot

Today felt like a new 

Autumn

An autumn with a new

Golden path to begin upon.

Mist-ed Coffee Morning (poem)

a memory trapped in a coffee shop

its mist-ed rained window panes

sheltering us from the air

letting us hide

for a moment longer

in the steam cloud of secrets

pretending it wasn’t about to end