Poetry for Wednesday

Alone

Footfalls on the wood floors
Echo through the house
Though no one notices
All alone no one to talk to, no one to listen.

The quiet deafening, no one to hear
The sighs of loneliness, float on summer breezes
The days turn into nights, all alone
No one comes, no one cares.

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Sunday Poetry

Light Steps

Tiptoeing across the room
Careful not to make a sound
Slipping out silently
Creeping down the stairs.

Stepping to the door
Turning one last time
Making sure no one is awake
To witness the escape.

Walking through the door
Softly pulling it closed
Turning around to face the unknown
Walking toward freedom.

Waxing Poetic

I woke up to fog this morning and felt a little poetic.

Fog

The fog creeps in coming across the water
To spread along the beach
Blanketing the rocky shores
Cloaking them in the mist.

The foghorn sounds to warn of danger
In coming too close
The denseness of the fog
Dampening the sounds of the foghorn.

Seagulls flying unseen in the mists
Their calls muffled as they search for food
Drifting on the slight breezes
Diving to the water’s surface.

The water lapping at the shore
The tide flowing in and out
Gently to not disturb
The fog creeping in.

Waxing Poetic for Friday

Vampire Eyes

She lies on the bed looking up at him above her
Her pale blue eyes open wide glowing in the dark
Sexual desire and hunger fill the gap between them
She draws him near locking their eyes.

Lost in the depths of her gaze his desire builds
Knowing that death awaits still he draws closer
She arches her back to meet his thrusts
As the crescendo of desire builds
Their bodies move faster fighting against each other.

She moves her body upward pulling him to her
Turning her head her mouth open
Kissing him hard and long, staring into his eyes
She smiles for the first time
Knowing he’s hers forever.

Thursday Poetry

The Face in the Mirror

Looking in the mirror she sees a stranger
The reflection looking back is no longer beautiful
The eyes that once sparkled now hard and cold
The lips usually curved up in a smile now in a downward turn.

The anger and resentment within seeps out
Hardening the heart and soul
A tear slips down her cheek
As she ponders how she came to this end.

She misses the days past filled with hope and laughter
The excitement of each new day
Now dreading the days and what they hold
She turns away ashamed of what she’s become.

Dreams

Looking up at the night sky
Black with tiny lights filling the void
She dreams of faraway places
Free of pain and suffering.

A body racked with disease
The life force within waning
The pain taking its toll
Joints swollen too stiff to move.

She wishes for release from this tortured body
To soar amid the stars
To be light and free floating
To smile one more time.