Deanna Repose Oaks

Joined May 2021

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Bio

Deanna Repose Oaks started writing poetry as a teenager and never stopped. Inspired by an Editor's Choice Award for "I Give Up" from poetry.com in 2006, she started publshing books in 2007.

Find her on facebook: @deannareposeoaks

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Open Invitation
The bedroom door once locked Is now open wide I stand on the threshold Hesitant to go inside As memories of his touch
By Deanna Repose Oaks2 years ago in Poets
We're Not In Kansas Anymore
I feel like Dorothy Between Kansas and Oz Stuck in a tornado Whirling without pause I feel safe here Within the wind
By Deanna Repose Oaks2 years ago in Poets
Dark Tunnel
The light at the end of the tunnel... Is just that, light The shape of the tunnel is unfamiliar And the light shifts
By Deanna Repose Oaks2 years ago in Poets
Caveat
Never apologize for your heart beats Or how the script reads Show me how pain bleeds With ear-splitting screams Or passive lullabies
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
Weight in Gold
Locked inside their house, lonely as can be Looking out through a reflection of me Silent, empty street with skies so gray
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
Paper Beneath it
Oh, it starts again With just a flick of a pen Emotions flowing as ink drips In huge gulps and tiny sips Sweet and full, sour and dull
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
Gophers in the Backyard
Your wife is reminded of Caddyshack As you sit on your chair out back A paint gun across your lap, binoculars in your face
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
Workbench in the Garage
It's just a table, strewn with tools With spots of oil deepening as the years tick by Knicks, cuts, stabs.. all visible to the naked eye
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
My Voice
"I don't want to hear your voice" Is it really THAT bad? Yes. So, I mumble unintelligible sounds Too quiet to be heard Hoping you can't unwant to hear
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
At the River's Edge
Burning, itching, within a humid hell Rocking, wading, through a thousand tiny waves Hurting, limping while forcing anger's quell
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets
Recirculating Hearts
Even though our skins are different shades We pump the same color blood Even though our shapes are different sizes
By Deanna Repose Oaks3 years ago in Poets

Deanna Repose Oaks

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Open Invitation

We're Not In Kansas Anymore

Dark Tunnel

Caveat

Weight in Gold

Paper Beneath it

Gophers in the Backyard

Workbench in the Garage

My Voice

At the River's Edge

Recirculating Hearts

Stories (11/0)