The Imprisoned Flame – Title taken from The New Colossus by Emma Lararus Framed in copper Covered in gold Liberty’s flame stands frozen motionless If the beacon of Liberty is imprisoned, is freedom still free? Who are we without it?
Category: Marathon Poem
Stained soul
STAINED SOUL My stained soul Silently crying for freedom My stained soul Desperate for a loving touch My stained soul Craving unlimited hope My stained soul Grieving what we never had
Winter.
Winter’s on my tongue now Shivers chilling down my spine My hands grow cold, my eyes dry This is the kind of cold no warmth would suffice. Winter’s on my tongue I haven’t tasted nothing more bitter The sun hides behind curtained clouds And the…
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Where am I? doesn’t matter where we’ve been the silence drove me crazy long ago found the songs, had a cry still lost. I had a way with words but someone lost the map somewhere up the road Guess we don’t know which way to…
Yellow is such a happy colour
Yellow is such a happy colour You pick up the sunflower and I imagine how the room will take on a glad colour with it You pay the florist and we walk out of the stall. In the next stall, you pick up a yellow-knitted…
fifteen: Big Bad City
Big Bad City The shots erupt across a typical evening Of dog walking Jumping rope Barbecuing Singing into fans out of windows Arguing Cheering at the game Gardening Being And everyone scatters Ducks beneath window pane Grabbing kids grabbing adults All because high tension criminals…
Hour 15: Party Crasher
Bigfoot crashes your party, are you mad? Hell no! I’m selling tickets! Inviting a few more neighbors Setting up a photo booth Maybe do a karaoke duet of “Summer Nights” Do you think he would be up for a keg stand? I’m sure he’s got…
Hour 15 – Unhoused
The Unhoused Woman Notices the Housed Woman Maybe I should make a new sign for tomorrow. Today I got enough dog food and water to last awhile. (Actually, how am I going to carry this bag of dogfood when the store closes and I have…
#9: Trust
#9: Trust Trust. Isn’t it funny? It requires so much time and energy to get it. But to ruin it? Seconds! And I trusted you. I trusted our foundation. And now I just feel like a fool. You see, the thing about trust is that…
Dear Diary (Prompt 15)
Why couldn’t he handle it? I knew he couldn’t deep down I knew but, I didn’t It’s not the kind of thing you tell about on your first date but still I knew but I didn’t think he I thought he couldn’t he didn’t ask…