Oak Tree by Jacqueline Nash

Oak Tree

The majestic oak disrobed
His full attire lay scattered all around
Colours fit to clothe a King
Autumn robes of gold upon the ground

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Autumn Sun by Jacqueline Nash

Autumn Sun

Autumn Sun – Jacqueline Nash

Autumn day
out comes the sun,
her golden rays
warm everyone,
cold returns
when day is done.

~

Photograph by Jacqueline Nash

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Gossip by Jacqueline Nash

Gossip

The stars whisper
to one another
across the universe
as the planets
eavesdrop
hoping for
some gossip

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Face by Jacqueline Nash

Face

I thought I
saw your face
in the clouds,
you smiled
as if to say,
I’m sorry but
I have to go”,
then the breeze
blew your
face away.

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Freedom by Jacqueline Nash

This Micropoem is a shortened version taken from a poem on my Jacqueline C Nash Poetry Blog with the same title Freedom.

Freedom

Freedom
What does it mean?
Surely it does not exist for you & me
It is an illusion
A cruel joke
For in this life we will
never be truly free

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Struggle by Jacqueline Nash

This micropoem is a mini version of a poem on my Jacqueline C Nash Poetry Blog called The Struggle.

Struggle

I feel my heart beating,
know I must still be alive, breathing,
although inside I am dying, so dead,
so I struggle to feel alive.

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Electric by Jacqueline Nash

This micropoem evolved from a poem called Power Cut which can be found on my Jacqueline C Nash blog here.

Electric

Her magnetism so strong
they are helpless
She is electric
She plays them one by one
& when she’s had her fun
She disconnects
Power cut

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