Shades of Night

© By:  Lisa Gordier, (night poetry) February 4, 2018 shades of night lurking in silent cues dancing their own rhythms a silent tune forgotten pacing on stealthy feet no footprint left behind only shades remember one musical course no longer heard by living ears only shades of night

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Memories for Old Age

“Cherish all your happy moments; they make a fine cushion for old age.”                                                  – Booth Tarkington Sorrow bleeds through aged fingertips as memories gone by are wished for playing hooky from school […]

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I am autism

Originally posted on Pressed 📝Tes:
You speak and everything is in slow motion. Yet nothing sounds clear .Your words sound like a robot through my ear . You send instruction and await my behavioral composure in favor of what you’ve asked . And I fail Everytime because words hit my ear and enter my mind…

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See My Words

© By: Lisa M. Gordier, Nov. 23, 2017 How do they not see the words  before me? Why do they only see the tide before them? The  swirling eddy of vicious vowels intertwine with consonants; causing words to flow endlessly on a snow white page. And yet… They do not see. The beautiful tide, seething  […]

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Update on Poetry Contest

Originally posted on KaylaAnn:
This contest has been such a success! First, I just want to give a huge THANK YOU to all the participates and even to those who are not participating but are sharing the contest for others to see. There were over +50 competitors and you all brought your A-game! I am…

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Lingering Death

© By: Lisa M. Gordier, March 9, 2017 (77 words, 25 lines) My soul is broken Cared for no longer By those once loved Shattered to pieces On the floor   Silent ache Of horrid memory Soulmate so dear Keeps death Knocking at my door   Silent tears Run down my cheek Unbidden and unwelcome […]

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Forest Lost

© By: Lisa M. Gordier, November 14, 2017 (84 words, 20 lines) Come have fun with me and see what you can write. This is my entry for….Contest: Writer’s Cramp – Writer’s.Com In five short days, our beautiful trees were gone. The homes we nested, where we loved.   Humans had come, with cutting machines […]

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VEILED IN A CLOAK, THAT WANTON HOPE

Originally posted on Purple Pants:
I stare at that blazing yellow somewhere in a cold distant land burning bright wrapped in opulent egg whites. ? I stand in gloom dressed in frivolous laughter death and mist my only neighbours. Death of my dreams insufferable pain pelted by the wantonness of that veiled hope, mists along…

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Construction

© By: Lisa M. Gordier, November 2, 2017 (104 words, 28 lines) Come have fun with me and see what you can write. This is my entry for….Contest: Writer’s Cramp – Writer’s.Com Bump, dip, crunch Potholes and iron plates Network of plastic cones Long maze to navigate   Speed reducing signs Orange-jacketed men Large yellow […]

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