Darkness growing around Monsters coming into the corners I feel something stare I keep light on the whole night  

The City Dead? No, a city always seems alive It throbs with life from eight to five. Later, it puts on neon glitter And parties till midnight or later. It sends long roads snaking out To lasso fields, make houses sprout. Its towers stretch their…

Steinway   Magnificent building! Such art overshadows, outlives men’s foolish passing notions. Steinway chiseled in stone above the archway enclosing mythological figures. Above, a gilded balcony decorated with four stone urns of dancing cherubs. Pillars holding a higher balcony with large arched doors topped by…

What if the sounds you hear are nothing more than echoes? Questions asked you refused to address, bouncing their way back to you. What if I had been heading South, instead of North that left, should have been a right pointing me to the Eastern…

midnight purple aurora rushing through my skin glucose drip

  the playground of multiple personalities dark chambers     Note : this poem is written using the image prompt from hour seventeen 

Prompt: “There are so many nature poems out there. Our prompt for this hour of the night is to write a poem for a city, real or imagined.” This city is known as: Half of the world. With its historic beauty and wonder, it’ll leave…

Country boy at heart the city faces scare me the constant noise drowning out my thoughts. People rushing when they don’t have to always gotta be somewhere in the city. Road works fill the streets while the road workers whistle. It’s not charming much like…

“A moment of joy, An elixir of happiness, Inner fortune.”

Prompt: “Write a poem about a moment of joy.” in the intricacies of life, and the web of outcomes, you were chosen, for such delightful news. a gift of health, a tumour vanished, a second chance, let’s rejoice! end of the tunnel reached, so brightly…