Category: Miscellaneous
Hour 16 – Welcome Shadow
What wish could be fulfilled by “no”? Welcome shadow negotiate the change of state What power freely surrendered You, defender Take what I need Trust me to cede To tell you true just what I crave My faith you save With just a…
Chasing Contentment at Seventy-Five
At Seventy five, He counts his life with delight He fulfills all his children dreams, his calculations His youngsters enjoy with bright prospects they live But, he can enjoy existing life with interesting trips There he moves with discomfort lingers, He’s not satisfied with his…
(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: another POV + pot head.
perfect posture Priya has put the pot On her head … & left it there Oh why is she doing this Poor girl she’s hardly said boo To me or anyone the 3 days She’s been travelling with us & now this strange attention Seeking…
2023 Hour 15: Revelation
Write a poem about an experience, but from the perspective of another. For example you could write a poem about your wedding from the experience of your spouse, or you could write a poem about an argument with a stranger from the perspective of the…
The Secret of Death
In Mexico, we’d buy goats before for our large family parties. My cousins and I would crowd around them to pet their soft haunches, not fully conscious that these acts of adoration would be the last of their affection. And then we were ushered away…
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
Anorexic10pm
TW:: Deals with eating disorders If you play with fire eventually you’ll get burned isn’t this the way it always is I never thought anything was supposed to get to me. I thought I was big bad tough thick skinned one day 43 minutes Not…
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…
Cyborg poem
A conversation with Cyborg cashier working in Taco Bell . I pull the night by its fore limb into the driveway And listen as the sound of my car slowly Fades into oblivion. I hesitate in all the steps I take into Taco Bell;…