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Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

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with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

Categories
Character Performance Poetry

Piano

An acrostic poem written to a Photo Challenge on Allpoetry.com

(played around a little with the photo in photoshop!)

piano

Sitting in a dusty hallway
The old grand master sits alone
Expecting someone to play him
In his time – he was a legend
Nobody could beat him for a tune
When his black and white keys played – people listened
As they waited in the lounge – waiting for their room
Years went by, the hotel closed, and he sits there alone

Categories
Character Outdoors Poetry

Abandoned

Abandoned

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One of my character pieces – from the pages of allpoetry.com – about the forlorn chap above…enjoy.
We all went for a picnic
in the summery wood
they went for a bit of a ramble
and so here I am stood
The picnic sat there soggy
as down came the torrid rain
and grass and plants grew round me
would I see my driver again?
Silver birch now surrounds me
Moss and lichen my new coat
Greenery now my camouflage
home for badgers and stoats

Perhaps in time, they’ll find me

and give me some release

in twenty-thirty-forty months
I’ll be a museum piece!
Hidden by all this greenery
I need a bit of luck
Now looking after the wildlife
as I wait for the pick up truck
Categories
Acrostic Life Poetry Seasons Sport Sports

Abandoned

Tuesday, May 17th 2016

A piece of poetry written by Inkdrop for the Inkwell in response to the prompt from Daily Post

Abandoned

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Going to the game

Longing to see the team at

Old Trafford – but left on the Salford side of the canal

View of the Stadium assured but

Expectations dashed – no sign of the game

Someone’s left him by the waters edge.

Categories
Birds Poetry

A New Nest

As the humans left

the old Victorian building

squatters moved in

to take their place

The new owners

took a shine at first

to their feathered friends

but not for long

High pitched noises

Made it clear

to the Winged residents

“Not Wanted Here!”

And so, buildings been done

without a need

to give feathered locals

a regular feed

But, on nearby rooftops

the winged ones are back

and heavy set builders

fear feathery flak