Two birds with one stone As if it’s an accomplishment To snuff out avian lives With prejudice And it begs the question: How big are the birds? How large must the stone be? What is the purpose of this wanton violence? Is this hunting for…

  I was thinking of the rainbow children added to the old earth when the moon shines on them somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy. They sing in a way similar to the old earth, when with a broken identity they chose to…

the younger generation Z or X or millennials are coupling without children, begets now terminated at begot we can only imagine our grandchildren now their births and birthdays holiday presents and road trips I’m making a cake for my granddaughter shes’ named after me, you…

I was still mourning my mother when death visited again. He wanted to make my grief into a sentence, complex for me, a lover of simple words. Ugly man – It is proper for an ugly man to have a beautiful heart. In a dungeon…

Text Prompt Even if you have children, write poems about imaginary ones. They can be your own imaginary  children, or the imaginary children of people you love. Image Prompt  

  The 11th Hour   The 11th hour was upon me Time— urged me along As I sat back down to count to three Contemplating where I belong—   Prior to twelve but after ten— First of numbers that repeat— One and one— I said…

Text Prompt Write a poem where death is personified in some way.   O’ Death, You Came for me you came before and lifted me quietly, I felt the pull I saw my self flying straight up high it was so swift,the flight a few…

White-veined blue petals, a loving heart, Is this nature, or is it art? Flower pressed inside a book Evokes a loving look– Of a love that’s lost Of years long past Was it you Who wore Blue?

Beautiful swan floating gracefully by Dancing softly like the winds of spring Your joy and your candor, incredibly spry The weight of the world on your wing You pass by with ease and no cares in the sight So strong in your humility For though…

Text Prompt You find a time capsule buried in the backyard of your new home (or anywhere else, depends on you). What’s in it? How old is it or its probable story is up to the poet. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi. Strange Discovery Earth preserves…