Marie381Uk

Joined March 2020

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I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites

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Faces Haunting My Closed Eyes At Night
Faces Haunting My Closed Eyes At Night The room goes quiet when the light is gone, And I lie there staring into nothing. I close my eyes to find some rest,
By Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Poets
Crop Circles In The Morning Field
Crop Circles In The Morning Field I woke before the village stirred, Dawn leaning soft against the hill, And word had travelled down the lane,
By Marie381Uk 11 days ago in Poets
Snow Globe For Mark
Snow Globe For Mark I would send you a winter morning, wrapped in silver light, A quiet world where rooftops rest beneath a gentle white,
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Wake Up And Smell The Spring
Wake Up And Smell The Spring Wake up. Open the window wide. Let the morning step inside without knocking. The air has changed.
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Overdue A Top Story Here?
Overdue A Top Story Here? I know my poetry is good. Not perfect. Not polished to death. Good because it is lived in. Good because it is mine.
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
Grandfathers Clock
In the corner, silent, the old clock stands, Its hands forever still, like forgotten plans. It ticked through laughter, the joy and sorrow
By Marie381Uk 12 days ago in Poets
In His Gentle Arms
In His Gentle Arms Beneath the light of morning’s grace, A lamb rests safe in His embrace. With tender hands, He holds it near,
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
She is just a haunted doll
In shadows deep where whispers hide, A tale unfolds, too dark to bide. This ragged doll with eyes so bleak, Is not mere play; it speaks, it seeks.
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
Two Faces I Wear
Two Faces I Wear Doesn’t everyone have two faces— A light and a dark one? My light shows family and friends, “I am okay, I brace the storm.”
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
My Dad George Hurst
I got my story in a magazine; it was about my dad, George Hurst. He was the best dad in the world. He loved his family and raised his children while my mum was always ill with her nerves. He cooked, cleaned, and worked down the coal mine. My dad was like me: always happy and helping others, but usually taken for granted, too.
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Fiction
My Black And White Corgi With My Dad
For Sheeba, My Loyal Shadow In black and white, a spirit so bright, Sheeba, my companion, my love, my light. With every wag and every glance,
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets
The Refugee Teddy
In a suitcase on left on a train, tucked away, A teddy bear waitsfor Tommy,still and grey. Once filled with laughter, cuddles tight,
By Marie381Uk 13 days ago in Poets

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Faces Haunting My Closed Eyes At Night

Crop Circles In The Morning Field

Snow Globe For Mark

Wake Up And Smell The Spring

Overdue A Top Story Here?

Grandfathers Clock

In His Gentle Arms

She is just a haunted doll

Two Faces I Wear

My Dad George Hurst

My Black And White Corgi With My Dad

The Refugee Teddy

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