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Looking up

Week 207 of Three Line Tales

three line tales, week 207: a man talking to a woman looking out of a barn

photo by Priscilla Du Preez via Unsplash

at you again even though I’ve tolda you this barn is not the safest place to be but every time you laugh at me as if I am being so silly.

You have some weeds in your hand today and you kind remind  me of an old wise guy but we all know you don’t like to be called that at all.

But you still give out so much advice you think you loved being around people but in fact you just wish they all leave you alone and stay away from your precious barn and only I could come by for our talks.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Looking up!

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Poetry

It used

Week 206 of Three Line Tales

three line tales, week 206: children playing chess with a pair of girls in the foreground; chess friends

photo by Michal Vrba via Unsplash

to be fun playing this game now its all about competitions and trying to be better than others for your school and community.

Sometimes it makes me sad to see how focused we are on the game in front of us but not really enjoying the things that are going on around us.

I know one day things in life will be more serious so I dont want to miss out on the fun and silly things so today will be my last day playing this game for competition for I want to play it for fun with you.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

Focused!

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Poetry

Your presents

 Carries me through the hardest moments of my day.

And makes me feel like I don’t have to take everything to heart.

Your presents hypes me up and so when the storm looks bad, I know no matter what I will still come out on the other side.

No more doubt when I feel your presents for I know I can do so much more when you are around.

I know I can make it work in the end because I know you will believe in me no matter what I do or say.

For you will always forgive me and you will never forget me.

Today will be great because of you and the possibility of tomorrow will be because of you too.

 

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Oh it’s

so cold outside

that it feels like

I could become a popsicle soon and I know I won’t be something quite sweet enough.

The air is blowing through me as my body starts to warm up and all I want to do is go back inside and not worry about what is to come.

I just want to fade into the background and not worry about the things that feel out my control for I know I am capable of doing what has to be done.

The answer to this is easy and yet no one sees it and so it’s just a circle we all keep running around in because we hope things would get better.

So many want others to do the work and when the results aren’t the way they want them to go who and how can they blame the first person.

When they have had the opportunity to get it all done on their own, but no one is willing to stand up and do what has to be done because the storm won’t go away if we pretend this is the way it is supposed to be.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

I want

to feel the cold wind blowing around me as I get cold but not too cold.

As I look around and see the snow that fell just yesterday start to melt away like my problems from yesterday.

I Stand and I move to keep the warmth inside until it is my time to go back inside for I know the tough times are not yet behind me.

And I know that I am strong but how strong when it just feels like someone is lifting me up just to slam me back down.

As if my injuries and feelings don’t matter anymore and I am replaceable.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

I quite

Wish I could escape from this place and that they would forget me.

I know I’m nice and good at what I do but there comes a moment in my life when I just can’t do it anymore.

I feel myself slipping and even as the new year as arrive it is the same things still coming my way.

I may be happy and excited outside of this place but as they keep knocking at my walls of protection.

I feel the slipping down and the so called support for me is no where to be seen at this point.

And so I say forget it and move on for I know it’s not worth complaining about because it’s like talking to a brick wall who can’t seem to help himself at this point.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2020 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

Not in

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Photo by Ali Pazani on Unsplash

mood for cheer as Christmas is gone and the days are slowly unwinding  down from 2019 and slowly but surely towards 2020.

I know I should still be happy as there is still some Christmas movies and sweets left for me to eat and to enjoy.

I still have books to read and weather to stay out of for it is quite cold this year and right now I rather be sleeping and not dealing with the stupidity of someone else.

I am not a child anymore and to be in charge of my life right now seems great even though I know I’m not fully in charge but I know that I have some control of things and yet you want to try to cut me down and just think I will just fall back and do the same stuff all over again.

Would mean you are  the fool I’ve been trying to avoid and right now I’ve lost my voice and have nothing left to say and nothing left to for I know I’m not meant to have been here this long anyways.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

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Poetry

It’s the day

Week 204 of Three Line Tales

three line tales, week 204: a hamster in a bit plush green towel

photo by Frenjamin Benklin via Unsplash

after Christmas and this little guy is something no one wants to see at anytime of the year.

He may look a little cute and small but he is not the one anyone wants to play with useless this little guy is your pet and at this point he still needs to go.

His on my favorite blanket and I’m afraid to move for he looks like his about to jump so please grab him while you can and I’d like a new blanket please too for when you take him away you can have the blanket too.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes

Not my friend !

 

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I know

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Photo by Ali Pazani on Unsplash

 That every moment I get with you is lucky and special in its own way.

I know that these days things are different but I am grateful for the time you give me to just cuddle and play together.

You are my dog and even though I share you with others I know our bond is different and true.

My little fur baby not much a baby anymore as you just turned seven this year and yet it hasn’t slowed you down yet.

Still you have your full on smile and whines and barks and the excitement of seeing your love ones is still so strong like your loyalty.

Never wanting to leave anyone behind as you bark your way into everyone’s heart today and tomorrow.

Forever in my heart and my family as we hope you stay with us for many years to come for without you the light in our lives would not shine as bright.

To many more memories and joys as we spend time together and I hope to capture them all too.

 

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes
Copyright ©️ 2019 By Deirdre Stokes