Marie381Uk

Joined March 2020

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I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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Whispers Of The Dream Catcher
Whispers of the Dream Catcher In the quiet of the night, beneath a silver glow, Where shadows dance and secrets weave, soft and slow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The house No 4
House No. 4 In the heart of the lane, by the old sycamore, Stands a quaint little house, known as Number Four. With weathered gray walls and a door painted blue,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Spirit Of The Night
In a Tree Sits the Bird In a tree sits the bird who carries my heart, Spiritually deep, yet torn apart. With echoes of laughter and memories bright,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Feel It Write It
Feel It, Write It Feel it deep within your soul, A spark, a whisper, a story untold. Ink meets paper, and the dance begins,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Monsoon
In the heart of India, where the rivers flow, The monsoon whispers secrets, soft and low. Clouds gather like a choir, dark and grand,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Obesity And Corona
Obesity and corona how are we to cope with both Trying to getwell and on lockdown indoors Laugh; there really is no hope
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Distant Dreams Of You
Come let me tell you of a distant land, it is far away in my head A place where happiness was first in hand for the greatest time
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Hurt
I sit day after day, living in my head Somtimes so alone, wishing I was dead He judges me, he pretends to care When I need him, he just isn’t there
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
This Tree
The tree stood years witnessing everyday life Snowfall, rain, wind and thunderstorms, heat Surviving year after year growing old and strong
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Coal In The Valley’s
There is coal in them yonder Welsh valleys It lies deep down in the dark, underground There’s been a sadness in them yonder valleys
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
Wood Pit Explosion
The Wood Pit Explosion Seventh of June 1878 The wood pit families gather to bury their dead today The Coffins pulled by black horses, through the town
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Poets
The Twins
Hi, said Beth to the new neighbours would you like to come round for a drink introduce yourself to us, then we can welcome you into our street officially. Jill looked for a moment quite blank and said, sorry you see it’s difficult today, because my husband is working tonight, and I am left with the twins alone. Twins? Said Beth how delightful. What are their names. Thomas and John said, Beth. Oh, please bring them with you. Jill said sorry we have a strict bedtime regime you see, and it's past theirs already. They belong to my sister Alice she is away until tomorrow.
By Marie381Uk 6 years ago in Petlife

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Whispers Of The Dream Catcher

The house No 4

Spirit Of The Night

Feel It Write It

The Monsoon

Obesity And Corona

Distant Dreams Of You

Hurt

This Tree

Coal In The Valley’s

Wood Pit Explosion

The Twins

Achievements (2)