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regina-riddle
American I'm a web developer and a poet. I enjoy writing at Poetry Soup as Regina Riddle and continue to learn more about poetry as I write. / / I've written poetry published by Blue Mountain Arts, True Love, True Romance, True Story and a few others. Hope you will let me know what you think of my writings.
~~~ His eyes are growing dimmer He doesn't romp and play so much Although he is still a beggar His eyes are growing dimmer They're almost the color of azure He does still love my touch His eyes are growing dimmer Now his paws don’t seem to clutch ~~~
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Angel Dog
I saw you looking in the mirror again today You can’t seem to go past one Without taking a second glance Your own image seems to impress you As if you were really in love With the one staring back at you You never seem to notice me Watching you as you pass the mirror And you seem almost a narcissist to me Who only sees how you prance and primp Staring long and hard at your appearance I don’t believe I’ve ever seen Another look so long or endearingly Into that looking glass where we all see Ourselves staring back at us Could it only be me or are you actually In love with what you see Looking back from your reflection And it is a little troubling to me When I see you speak to yourself Long moans of yearning Puppy, I know you long to believe That puppy in the mirror Is your brother or sister!
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
Narcissist
Autumn colors of gold and orange Uninhibited by the emerald charms Touching hearts with amazing ease Uniting minds who long to please Miracles floating through the sky Nurturing feelings that simply pass by
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Autumn
Drenching rains fall on A colorful leaf lined lane Leaving clear liquid puddles. The silence of fall Beckoning through the naked limbs That reach, waving, for the sky.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
November Dreams
He whispers to me inside my dreams A familiar voice with love that brings to me All of those feelings that were so common when It was just him and me, our dog and our bliss I find myself talking to him of every day things Just like when we used to be the best of friends I say that I’m cooking our favorite meals And then going to watch a movie entitled “Ghost” It was his movie, the one that touched his heart And it could send shivers through anyone’s spirit All about a couple who were forced to live apart One in the world and the other in the world to come Now when I dream and awake with a start I feel him near me, almost like a soft touch But what truly sends shivers along my spine Are the words dido he speaks from the other side
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:37 AM UTC
Dido
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night. Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air... The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine! Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream. Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside and possums scramble up the hillside earth. Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there and adds romance to this nocturnal scene. Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak, these charms display the gift of God’s design!
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
Gifts of the Night
The mornings create renewed hope As lovers make plans to elope And friends discover how to cope Which contours a kaleidoscope Of vibrantly affected dreams Delightful colored potentials From wondrous heavenly angels Removing cruel, harsh troubles Reassuring lost self-esteem The afternoons bring enriched faith The kind that makes you feel so safe The sort that fills your heart with praise As conviction teaches and conveys Beliefs that assure fearful souls Inspiring comfort which fulfills With good knowledge in sweet idylls Reminding hearts that dream instills And moving souls to reach their goals The twilights arouse revived love The type that makes you reach above The feeling that’s calm like a dove Shows two fit as one like a glove True love is without conditions And gifts the spirit with vision Prepares the mind for decision These feelings craft true precision Consoling sore inhibitions
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Hope, Faith and Love
Painting past midnight Colors bleed on the paper Capturing people Giving each one breath and life Touching a heart with love’s hue ©2014 by Regina Riddle
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Love's Hue
Speeding along a curved road Eyes watching the asphalt’s twists and turns I happen upon a substantial rock Lying along the road on my course It takes a few seconds for me to realize That big brown rock isn’t what it seems The rock has a yellow neck, legs, a head and tail That beckon me to stop despite what lies ahead My reasoning forces me to ponder on it’s future Will the next car around the curve stop for this comrade Or will it be struck and left for dead? I put my car in park and hurry to pick it up One lonely turtle has found itself being removed From the path of oncoming vehicles Taken to the grassy side of the road Facing the opposite direction In hopes that it will find it’s way far from The impending danger of traffic Now, this one turtle has a better chance At living out it’s life at it’s own slow pace ©2014 by Regina Riddle
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
One Turtle
I always reach for you When the night seems too long It feels like you should be there Lying where you always were I want to hold your hand Feel your fingers tighten Around my own tentacles Two hands cleaving as one Since you’ve been gone The walls listen to my sobs And seem to whisper of grief That edges my very soul Missing you is like a nightmare Where I never truly wake It leaves me feeling sluggish Even during the sunniest days I often wonder if I will ever find comfort Amid the pain of my memories Will I ever look through the old photographs And caress the heart of what could have been? Missing you is a tragedy That keeps me grasping For the pieces of the past Which frequent my thoughts Without you, I think Am I really me? ©2014 by Regina Riddle
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
Am I Really Me?