Echo

its a sight to see posts with relationship status I’s married now   I’m desired. I’m taken. Nowaday, the men are the prize   and the women pay

Poem 18

joy is when someone kisses your soul using a sequence of exquisite words.

19. City

Tall buildings, tarred roads, memorable monuments, amusement parks, homes and dreams, engulfed in ivy. Busy streets are still busy, with rats and penguins. The city looks green, not in a way they dreamed, abandoned and dying, mesmerizing, tiny little flowers peeking from balconies playing peekaboo…

Text Prompt-Poem 20 The Watch Tower

The Fall of Jericho The stone walls date back to 8000bc The walls represent the first military process The walls are at least 13 feet high and is backed by A watch tower at least about 28 feet tall The wall fell after the people…

Poem 17

He slept and met an angel in his dreams “I used to be with you, until you threw away the thoughts.” Words he didn’t understood. He woke up and almost fainted seeing a golemn in his room “You created me only to leave me in…

Back Again, Rosie Cotton-Gamgee, poem twenty

What’s once been lost was found again, the Fellowship once made was broken, or so my husband likes to tell me, but all is well at home. A cat at the hearth, golden babes at home, and Samwise my darlin’ rests his feet by the…

Text prompt-Poem 15 Kusadasi

Kusadasi The way to Samos The green palm trees Stood tall The blue sky Houses built on rocks Picturesque view The castle in the corner Very busy with character. Buzzing with life. Love of family The shops in the marina The coffee shop Tourists arriving…

Hour 19 Watchtower

Gazing out you can see the ocean. No worries of evil only animals on a horse riding island with one bridge on and off this secret space.

Wind Witch, poem nineteen

Somewhere in the blue, amongst the clouds, there is a small woman, who lives in a cottage surrounded by bees, and floating with the breeze.

Caustic Soda

Blue barrel filled to the brim in which we will place memories still in tact but cut down and wait until they’re an unrecognizable soup