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 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
guy scutellaro
comes across the hill

a bluebird singing
the red ribbon in her hair

in the pale moonlight
hold me

softly In the pale moonlight
                                                       ­ 
sweet summer breeze
a fire in her heart

gentle summer breeze
and the ribbon comes undone

there is a love
that waits  in pale moonlight
 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet
I am and always was dead
but brought back to the strife
to that point and place of pain
that moment that marred my life
Breath is better than death
it took time to realise
to be aware I was dead
meant I am alive
You can defeat this
Dripping wet
December gets
It frets
The rains have overstepped

It’s not July
No not September
It’s been long August has slept

Winters just checked into December
Changing the air to mode, cold
But the rains have overstepped

Cold and wet December gets
Last it is, but never the least
Brings in joy and festivities

Within a day or maybe two
The rains will vanish in thin air
Pleasant weather and sunshine
December makes promises fair
1st December
 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
RobbieG
She knew I hated cigarettes, right down to her nicotine breath, she really wanted to get back, she made threats I would never love again, my heart in her hand, she split it in two right down the middle, now each side placed on her two nightstands, both covered in ashes from her put out cigarettes, not just of hers but her many lovers too, my heart now her ashtrays
 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
Maddy
To smile
To hug
To be grateful
To cry
To be angry
Sometimes you need to carefully explode
so you can carry through
Take your turn
and your time

C@rainbowchaser2021
 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
Maddy
Poetry
 Dec 2021 Zoe Mae
Maddy
The precision is musical and lyrical
You write it and it falls into place
The craft and development can be instantaneous or time consuming
But then you get it right there is nothing quite like it
Heard it compared to an ****** but won't go there
Guess things keep giving differently
Being able to write and create
Nothing quite like it
The words find me and they sing their song
differently every single time until it clicks,
makes sense
That's when it becomes poetry
From this Poet's heart to yours

C@rainbowchaser2021
 Nov 2021 Zoe Mae
ross
~

here is a place
my heart comes to mourn;
a place where these thoughts
are seldom my own.
a place frozen in time
your face covers these walls;
a cold lovers waltz
still haunting these halls.
a window through time  
i am left to adore;
here is a place;
i will love you, once more.


~
i hope your still smiling, wherever you are.
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