Category: Poetry
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SONDER – A Thought Provoking Poem For The Modern Day Depth of A Mother’s Emotions
Sonder – A thought provoking for the modern day depth of a mother’s emotions
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Fall Into Autumn – A Poetic Tribute To The Autumn Season
A poetic tribute to the autumnal season that is Fall – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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AUTUMN – Poetry to Welcome the Spirit of Fall & Seasonal Change
Autumn poetry to welcome the spirit of fall and seasonal change – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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FRIEND – A Poem for Kindred Spirits & Dreamers On Friendship and Homecoming
A Poem for Kindred Spirits & Dreamers On Friendship and Homecoming – FROM THE LAMPLIGHTER CHAPTERS
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AFTER LOSS…
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The Love Remains
On Sunday, I finished writing a book that has taken me two years to complete. It was a labour of love. I am glad it is finished but equally proud of all the hours I’ve put into it. Never before has it taken me so long write a story. This one is a Poetic Memoir…
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POETRY – The Spring Is Over
It’s been a whileMy womb feels hollowNo matter!I was needed in the night. ConfirmationI am not fit for the season of spring.I am in August. The stubborn paunch can stayI like itThe stretch marks and varicose veinsBladder weakness, disfigured labiaStretched out breastsI don’t care. They remind me I am aliveYounger than I’ll ever beThan you’d…
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POETRY – Forty-Four
Forty-four. Dust on the floor. Stoke up the fire and lock the door. Bake your messages in a pie. Serve it up to passers by. © 2025 Juliette ProffittALL RIGHTS RESERVED.THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO SHARE UNALTERED POSTS ONLY…
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POETRY – Now And Then
Ever so occasionally,Now and then, just like you,I’ll feel a needTo wave a hand high in the air.Not the frantic wave of a shipwrecked soul,Nor quite the desperate, final plea to God“Do you see me? My Lord…I am sinking!” Instead, much more.Still a cry nonetheless,But infinitely louder. Stronger.Shrill but determined.Defying the black, chilling, watery depthsIn…
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POETRY – Today
Just as soon as I’ve cleaned.After we’ve played,Picked the toys up from the floor.Not until I’ve read aloud,While they eat,Following an abundance of hugs. Then, quite possibly,I’ll suggest the TV,Chance sitting down to write.The peace will come I’m sure.The inspiration, the words, the masterpiece.That brings home the bread. Realises the dream. Snatched moments here and…
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POETRY – Disinclined
I thought I was lonely, butI found I just needed to be alone. Away.By myself.With my thoughts, in my van.Without peopleAnd their assumptions of me. Just me.My pen and my paper. The large, take away, coffee house cup,That allowed me to refil it to the brim line.When I needed to pee,But didn’t want to go…
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POETRY – Absent
I can sit alone in cafesCheck my phone & sip my teaRead a book, glance aroundSit back comfortably I might book tickets to the picturesAnd only take myselfWander around old walking parksAnd tend my mental health I can sit on benches or the trainVenture to the seaI can find my way back home againAnd wonder…
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Intermission
There are times in my life when song leaves me in the same way I might find myself in a writers block.I still listen to music every day and sing the kind of songs mothers do to their children.But the spontaneous singing when the mood takes you, for nothing more than the love of it,…
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POETRY – I Would Rather
I would rather have a tiny shoebox house with a blazing fire, candles adorning the table and the “outside-brought-in” to feel and smell. I would rather have over ambitious ideas of baking 100 mince pies and sleeping in til noon with baby arms draped around my neck or toddler bodies sprawled in heavy slumber across…
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POETRY – September 3rd
Today I’ll walk slowly, so you can keep up.I’ll talk softly and listen for you in the raindrops.I’ll look for you in the warm candle light,I left burning to remember. How have I wandered a year through time?Close enough to sense, too far to touch.I don’t even look the same anymore,The mirror betrays me. I…
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POETRY – Purpose-less
PURPOSE-LESS Fifteen years of meat and veg dinners.Six days a week. Five O’ Clock on the dot.Little blue plastic table withLittle blue plastic chairs.Carried into the living room.For want of more space. When finally, two pennies to rub together,There came in a wooden one.Followed by thirty-two legs,‘Cause we knew we’d need ‘em”,Eight chairs, when we…
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POETRY – Buttercups
BUTTERCUPS Strange things, kite strings.Like keeping butterflies in jars.Never to kiss the breeze.The last of youth beckoning.High above the buttercups.Where the swallows fly.And the clouds whisper,“Onwards, child.” © 2024 Juliette Proffitt ALL RIGHTS RESERVED THE ABOVE POEM WAS WRITTEN BY AND REMAINS THE PROPERTY OF THE AUTHOR. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THE AUTHOR GRANTS PERMISSION TO…
Beautiful Messy Life 