Prompt 11: Scattered What can a needle do? Use it as a sword to weave your words. What can gumboots do? To keep you dry out of mist of deep words. Having anger issues? Beat the paper and produce ideas. Spread your thoughts,…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 3: Mouse gym
“A mouse woke up bit-by-bit, And decided to become fit. It filled its water bottle to the brim, And headed off to its local gym. There it got chased and beaten by an old lady with a stick.”
Your Smile
Hour 6, Prompt 14, Year 2021 When I wake up in the morning I turn and look at you Sleeping, head resting on left bent arm With a smile on your face A pure, sweet smile Devoid of any worries of the day The same…
Children of my mind
Children of my mind, you are no less Than the children of my body. You are the creations I’ve laboured over By myself, needing no friend or lover (Parthenogenesis). Deep in my subconscious lay the seed Of what you would one day be. You have…
Tasting rainbow
Tasting rainbow will be fun. If the red was cherry, Or maybe red berry. If the red were fruits, Then orange will be carrot, Or maybe a pumpkin. If orange were vegetable, Then yellow will be ancy dry fruits, Or maybe yellow dry apricot….
Longing
Hr. 2 Prompt 9 Picture Image: Andrew Liu Distance surrounds her like water Cold, unyielding-smothering Where is she now Longing for the warmth The warmth she used to know Winds blowing through and around her Cold, unyielding-relentless Where is she now Longing for the understanding…
My Friend, No More!
Looking at the pine tree Its fragrance spicy and fresh Wafting its aroma Of a freshly chopped tree The Gulmohar With broad evergreen leaves Flowers a bright red Of blood leaking from it’s veins The Banyan, wise and proud With roots cutting and…
My Grandma
Gentle eyes and carefree smiles My Grandma Toothless sweets and oily treats My Grandma Cotton sarees draped lovingly My Grandma Swinging and singing lullabies My Grandma A sickly smile dimming her eyes My Grandma Frail bony fingers clasping my hands My Grandma Slipping to sleep…
Meow
I go to bars Alone Just to be hit on. I like it when An older man Leans into me And I can ask him About Why he’s sad Today. I toy And play And this is Why I respect cats.
Sharing
Take my hand Little one Let’s walk along the shore Let’s play with the seashells Let’s play in the sand Make a castle; make believe Whatever you please Take my hand Little one Let’s create just a few moments Let’s not let go of…