She was the scent that lingered heavy in the air after a thick and heavy summer rain. She was the sun that burst through the gray clouds, absorbing the moisture, she was the humidity that saturated your skin She was the smell of perfume that…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prompt #5 Picture prompts: #warning
#warning heights placed there by adoring sentiments made to seduce me into the dark embrace of conceit – removing myself from… forgetting to remember to honour the muses who fill me before my pen. it’s a teaching in humility: this crumpled parcel of…
HELP
Everything is closing in. I live in a castle, with gargantuan rooms And regal tapestries But, I’m feeling more like Rapunzel- Trapped in a tower In this state, I have no power The more I perspire, the smaller things become. I am trapped Everything is…
An Original Poem
I’m not original I never was original You might think I’m different But I’m just conventional In a way you’re not used to That doesn’t make me original. Does this hair make me pretty? Does it make you uncomfortable? I hope it makes you nervous,…
Poem 6
Her eyes were the most beautiful golden color I had ever seen, yet still she longed for brown eyes like her sisters. She carried herself with the kind of confidence that could only be used to hide insecurities. She loved horses but was terrified to…
One and Last
it was one of a kind that one it was spotted throughout the land sometimes it came out of the sun and others it came up from the sand and once it came from the woodland like all things that are rare and divine it…
Locked Out
Picture a world where misogyny wasn’t marketable, patriarchy wasn’t profitable, and one in which sexism didn’t sell. Where dollars didn’t buy democracy, corporations couldn’t control, and where freedom truly is too big to fail. Imagine a world in which classism wasn’t characteristic, equality of outcome…
Butterfly Hotel – Hour 4
The butterfly flew For days he knew His hunger was there But nectar was rare Then – he spotted Stained glass, perfect to land on To oranges he trotted His hunger would be gone He started to eat one orange and another Though not as…
Yearning
I look from the outside, trying to get in All I can see are the people inside. Having such fun, laughing, grins Out of sight, I am out of mind. Tears they stream across my cheeks I reach out a lonely hand I touch the…
Locked Up In The Sky
She did not stay locked in the Cage made of gold For she herself was a bird With a heart of gold High was her flight Sharp was her sight Fierce like an eagle She flew up in the skies Infinite skies were her home…