Diaries Poems - Poems about Diaries

In my deepest melancholic mood, when my appetite ceases for food. When I can hardly get an hour's sleep. When I'm tempted for nothing to weep. When I can scarcely retain a smile. When happiness goes a distant mile away from my world of emotions. I veer off from my own commotions, when I journey through my own feelings to get the best of...

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Once upon a time, That seems so long a go now, We were smarter and wiser, For longer. But we cannot take credit for that, No, that is down to three diaries, That once gave us daily reminders, But always leaving the actual decision-making in our hands. The first always there to greet us in the morning, And tell us what day it was...

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July 2051 Hi Diary! Okay diary! Today was the day I got Thee JOB diary! It's with a new company Stellar Star Corp. I start in 3 more Days. I had a second interview with Bosses. And they liked me. I had All those stellar credentials they wanted I'm so excited can't wait to tell Sheba! He'll be home...

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June 2051 Diary I'll tell you about the interview Today even though I'm soo sleepy. I had that interview woo-hoo! I'm Glad and excited and happy it's Sort of over but they asking me to Come back. I think, that's what I Unstood so I'll just try and handle Things as best... woo I might scream. Okay so I got there...

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I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new, Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo. I adored laboring with colors I loved, in my fashions, often bold and daring, Like shocking, darkly purple blooms, a modish hue, fresh nature is wearing. My creations graced magazines like Vogue,...

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You hope that university will answer all of life’s questions, but nope. I don’t know, 1. There was a guy who’d been hanging around outside our residence lately. Too consistently. At first, I thought he was someone’s friend but he’s always alone. He wasn’t doing anything or bothering my roommates but that asymmetry set off my alarms. He...

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DECEMBER DIARIES When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow, When a colourful world becomes pure white, I was born this month not so long ago, When every tree branch is laden with snow, It's the month of giving and spreading light, When snowmen are built and Christmas trees glow, Carols are ringing mid the mistletoe, The nights are darker but the...

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I open my eyes, no time to react The bottle glass flies, my father's face cracked Sirens at the window,my father's goin' to jail It's not the end though, my lonely face so pale Just six years old, ripped from my home But it had to unfold, drugged cuz of my syndrome I start a new life, I go to...

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Dear Diary, woke up this morning and opened my eyes Dear Diary, practiced yoga and got lost this in the thythm Dear Diary, where do I go and how do I find my way back? Dear Diary, is it all a thought and could it be what get life on track? Dear Diary, these days you're a journal and I wanna know why'd...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "All Roads Lead Home" All Roads Lead Home Poems Stories Detours Stepping Stones All Roads Lead Home (Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018) "Where we LOVE is home - home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts". About Inner Strength "I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Open Door Barefoot" Open door to closed room Ceiling smashed Stars in a very clear sky Fresh air taken into lungs Risen from the Lake of None Arrival of White Doves Broken glass, careful where you step Barefoot Bleeds Love (Lovejoy-Burton/October 2018) for my daughter, Georgia "THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Finding Lost Keys on the Steppes of White Ivory" Where do you place your hands When the sands of time Slip through the 4th and like reading braille you silently derail to touch burning black keys on white ivory you go about removing cold hands from the warm pockets of trapped complacency looking for double sixes roll the dice tumble...

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Dominion / Noun/sovereignty or control Rev 4 NIV The Dilettante Diaries: "Dominion" Something wicked this way comes Can you not hear it banging on it’s drums? March on sweet innocent 35 is just a number take a seat on the bench catch your breath you think you know it all you know nil you know none when it comes Dominion Mid-way there walking up your stairs worried about cracked windows stand...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Love in Motion" Sanguine Soul finds Mate Magnetic Mate finds Soul Poetry Love in Motion (Lovejoy-Burton/September 2018) ...

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We went to sleep for but a little while I met you in my dreams. You delivered to me all your stories all throughout the little while all throughout the years. The Dilettante Diaries: “The Dream” You watched me as I breathed I placed your little hand onto my heart as you closed your eyes you breathed I watched you...

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