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It’s been

Three Line Tales, Week 231

three line tales, week 231: the Brooklyn Bridge at sunset
photo by Lerone Pieters via Unsplash

a long day and even the thought of getting on my bike and going down this path.

I feels like too much even though I know I would get home quicker if I just hopped on.

But the view of the sun setting makes me want to take my time for I know once I’m inside I won’t appreciate it as much.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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To feel

Like it’s too soon to reach out to you again.

Even though being around you is like experiencing Christmas everyday.

Your words are as sweet as chocolate and every time you say something I melt a little more.

You’re always so cheerful and jolly like a good Christmas song.

Your like the warmth of a fire I just want to be near on a cold day.

Your like a fan on an overly hot day, keeping me cool as the temperature keeps going up.

Your my marshmallows in my hot chocolate making an already sweet drink sweeter.

Your a nice night on the town, an memory worth cherishing.

Nothing about you is forgettable and for that I am so grateful.

For I know like every season I look forward to see you and experience the changes that come my way.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Look up

Three Line Tales, Week 230

three line tales, week 230: a woman standing underneath a mind your head sign
photo by K. Mitch Hodge via Unsplash

They say or you might lose your head.

For walking under this path during a storm may just cost you more than you thought.

Even on a nice day as today being cautious and minding your head may just be what you need.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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If only

I could get you out of my mind.

If only for a day than I could stop

Being so angry and confused and just living between those to emotions all day.

I just need to get you out

I’ve tried music and exercise to bring myself to exhaustion.

And only when I sleep do I not see your face or think of you.

If only this could last more than six to eight hours.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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You

My take on June 13, 2020 Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC) the word is “cognizant.”

Feel you are cognizant on everything.

And as you stand around challenging everyone that you are and will always be the smarter one.

You don’t back down when someone tries to outsmart you or make a point to well correct you.

For you are always a step ahead of them for somehow you use your disadvantage against them.

And I’m starting to think you maybe be knowledgeable on most things and maybe a little crazy and scary too.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Feeling

Restless

Hopeless

All-around a mess.

For I don’t know what is next

For these feelings are something new and well they are intense.

Time doesn’t make the joy and pain go away and the time and energy to hide them is fading away.

Like today which is almost over and no word has been said and so I wait and maybe one day you will appreciate my time.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I know

My focus has shifted when

I felt I had gain something more.

But yet again earthly things distract me from what you need me to do lord.

And I am here to gain control back because everything else seem so temporary.

And I’m looking for things that will last way past the decades to come and to land in the right place.

For I know what I am to do is more than what is happening now.

So even though I focus on somethings around me I’m else looking for more meaning in what I can do in the time given to me.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Was the one

Who wanted sleep

But now only getting hours here and there.

Falling asleep through out the day as mornings are spent tossing and turning.

So restless and feeling so hopeless with no hope insight as this is the third morning in a row.

Laying awake turning to close my eyes so hard in hope that will convince myself to fall back to sleep.

But here I am still up since waking up a little after 3am.

Tried reading and praying and yet here I am still up as a part of me begs for sleep.

Yet no relief insight as the morning comes and my responsibilities start to pile up and all I want to do is go back to sleep.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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I didn’t

See this coming

But I’m looking forward to what will come from it now.

To see you smile when I smile.

To feel the joy together and to get through the doubt and unanswered questions too.

To know the support goes both ways.

To feel this isn’t just some short term thing.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes