Random Prompt (Death)

Death came as a  sweet escape to her in hour of suffering. “Welcome HOME” read the sign post on death’s door.  j.r.m©

Prompt#21 Hyper poem

Hyper– exagerrating Hyper– child Hyper–  activity Hyper– acidity Hyper—bole poem Lie- —–truth on this side

hour sixteen

and here i sit on my throne and will they get what i wanted them to see, thwe saw and looked at each other and i saw fear and i saw anger, some admiration but mostly from the dreamers and the artists they were impressed…

The ‘Diva’ of My Soul

  I am a kind word ‘Diva’ uttered  and repeated, By the voice of people and nature around.   I am an enigmatic star dropped from the blue tent Upon the Earth for red carpet treatment.   I am the daughter of the elements With…

hour fifteen

When the first rainbow lit the sky, the colour were so vibrant, strong and the sound they made in the wind was reverberating into people’s life. When the first rainbow lit the sky, the people heard the promise and they saw the colours together lighting…

No Penny For Dreams

Hope and dreams Fill Schemes. Slippery as soap Both dreams and hope. My dreams have seen The things that might have been. The sweat it seems Is a part of my dreams. I sit by the streams With moonlight dreams. I rise up from my…

hour thirteen

the walk we need to learn walking is our giving gift, one step at a time and one foot in front of the other no looking back or you might fall, turn into a salt statue or just die disapear, be forgotten forever, erased from…

Words Can Do Wonders

Words have quality That is the reality.   Words can deceive Like water through a sieve.   Must be properly blended Words once apprehended.   Words once said Later we may dread.   The words need weighing When you recite an old saying.   Words…

Gimmee

Gimmee VCS Copy of a copy of a copy Spinning into a lack of cogent Reality There is no definition Making out the lines Has become foggy More of a guessing game Than anything advertised None of us signed on for this And there is…