Sweat, pain, and tears. Anger, hatred, and fears. Cast out amongst the throng. No end in sight. Questions of self worth are brought to light. Boxes, bags, assorted crates. Tables, chairs, and bed frames. No money for gas. No place to live. …
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Home sweet home
The anticipation of how to set up the new place Color schemes Is the furniture I have now gonna work where I’m going? Do i just want to start over? Sending emails about empty printer paper boxes to use to store the tangibles of my…
NAS Post 9
GRACE Grace is more than a wish, more than a prayer, more than an answered prayer. It is all of the love and providence that goes into being loved and fortunate. Some choices cause us trouble. Some of us just cannot SEE that we are…
Mystie
We walk and she yawns expectantly. Her sweet eyes, and smile whisper, “Time to go home.” Guiding me back, her red and white hair shimmers with each step. Swirling wind encircles us like a dust devil moving past. She sighs softly, her eyes reflecting relief. Leaning…
Poem #9: In It
In It At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did…
Great Excitement! (hour 11 of half marathon)
Great excitement! Great excitement! We burst with delight! Wahooooooo, sings Tazz, while Harper gives kisses when Dana comes for dinner. We love our Dana, oh yes! Dana gets on the floor and plays with us, snuggles with us, brings us toys too. Oh life is so…
#11
Most of my day is spent on couches and beds under blankets, or on cushions, asleep, as I am a senior aged thirteen. I love to play and run around but I get tired twice as quickly though I still run fairly fast. Sometimes I…
Fidelity
Faithful companion, loyal friend, Warm weight at the foot of the bed. Clattering claws across the floor, Rushing to greeting at the door. Eager for daily exercise, Snatching the ball out of the sky Bounding full-tilt across the park, Playing outside ’til after dark. Proud to…
Man’s Best Friend and Women’s Too!- Poem 11 For Poetry Half Marathon By Ingrid
Man’s Best friend Man’s best friend is woman’s too. Now with this, I give the clue. To the best companion found. Friendship with this pet is Often bound, to needing extra time each day for some little extra play! Now, young reader, do…
Eleventh poem
An accessory for our purses. A symbol of our wealth. The actors in our movies. And soldiers in our wars. Did you stop being animals, Or did we just forget?