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Timely Intervention

Running

Battered feet

Unwilling heart

Along the way

Bitterness sets in

Walking a dark path

Timely intervention needed

Route 192©

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2016
Twitter Prompts, Uncategorized

A Master of The Art

The poet

Hands flowed

With sensual Formality

Words engraved

A spectrum

In time

A master of the art©

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2016
Twitter Prompts, Uncategorized

Fleeting Breath

Fleeting breath

Still waters

Time surrender

Loosing the fight

Holding on

Finding the light

I still believe

There’s a way©

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Poetry Today, Uncategorized

No One Else

No one else
Can take your place
Your memories
Still fresh
Your lips still tender
Speaks of growing old
Together we will run
Wild and free
Into the night
We will make love
Over and over again
Until your touch
Became a second sun
That shines only for us©

 

 

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Twitter Prompts, Uncategorized

My Love

Open up your pages

In its entirety

Let me pen

My love across

The ventricle of your heart©

 

 

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Twitter Prompts, Uncategorized

Doubt

Bearing a secret

Cloven tongue

Remains silent

Promises faltered

Convicted by time

Doubt became

The final act of treason©

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Poetry Today, Uncategorized

True Worth

WORTH

 

 

True worth is found
Not in the art of acceptance.
But in the desire to do what’s
Right even if you are not accepted ©

 

 

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015
Poetry Today, Uncategorized

Daddy Dearest Memories

Daddy! I didn’t finished telling you about that cute guy

I met in the store last Tuesday.

Or that new sweet Mocha flavored coffee I bought you.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?

Why did you leave me when I long so desperately for your reassuring smile?

Your deep calm voice that reaches the depth of the Ocean

With passion and pride;

Last night I watered the Tulips and picked the Tomatoes,

The Peas and the Carrots you planted not so long ago.

Daddy! Why didn’t you wait a little while longer, to see your handy-work

Tinge with the colors of forget-me-not.

You left me with sun ripened Tomatoes,

Peas embellished with the colors of the rainbow

And carrots that glowed like the evening Sun,

Your worn out gloves embraced me in comfort and your garden boots swallowed my endless flow of tears;

Daddy; if that was enough for me to go on?

Why do I still look for you in the empty rocking chair dozing peacefully by the fire?

Why do I still look for your strong and sturdy frame silhouette against the evening sky?

This morning I ran down the stairs, your oversize shirts flowing like angels wings in the gently morning breeze.

I sit and sip your memories from the coffee cup you loved so much, and smile

Inwardly, as I realized that despite myself,

I’ve found solace and comfort in your memories.

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015, 2016
Twitter Prompts, Uncategorized

A Child of The Night

Born to the east

In the watery woodlands

A child of the night

Given the gift

Of seeing

And hearing

The silent cry

Of lost souls©

 

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015