Diane Caudle Poems

My footsteps echo as I walk into barren rooms of days gone by
Rooms that I’m seldom able to enter without a long, sad sigh.
These rooms share countless stories, now mere wisps in the air
Whispered words from dark corners drifting from here to there.
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Monday morning was gloomy and cold
A little like I 'd felt when I had been told
That you’d be leaving.
You had warned me that life would be like this
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I was at a website earlier today and a lady was asking if anyone knew of a Marine
poem since her son was being deployed. My husband was a very proud Marine and I thought it was a shame that she didn't
know of any Marine poems so within a few hours I had written one:
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Hello? ” Came a voice from the other side of the door
She paused, knocked again and then once more.
She turned the knob, walked inside and went to the fridge.
She opened it and began to pillage
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The sun rises and calls our people to the land
The babies clutched, children taken in hand.
Blanketed, shivering bodies in the spring air
Quickly we assemble for the journey
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Angry, hateful words shot back and forth like bullets in the air
Accusations, retributions—all tossed around without a care.
Hurtful words thrown around yet the innocent were hurt the most.
She didn’t want to hear and that familiar sense of dread grew.
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The midnight hour was nearing and the dance floor was stark
Colors of the spectrum were weaving and leaving their mark
As lights spun in brilliant flashes of reds, greens and blues.
Dancers watched as the loud music pulsated with the hues.
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The artist’s tray was loaded with colors, each pastel waiting for its turn:
Hues of indigo blues lie impatiently, sparks of carmine seemed to burn.
While English chrome colors lay in anticipation for the Master’s touch.
The yellow ochre pansies readied to fill the void on the painter’s scene.
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I did this for a poetry contest on another website, of course I didn't place, probably because I didn't take it seriously, ha!

“Ok, I need to know, which do you prefer, a sunrise or a sunset? ”
The question was odd, who was this guy? Hadn't we just met?
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