Fuck, are you serious? You expect me to set a timer? I don’t have one Well actually I do, On my phone but I hate doing that. How about I just write for like five minutes, Screw the editing, Straight from the brain Buku crazy…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Depression
All I know that is is that rain never falls twice in the same place. Dampness at my eyelids, sliding down cheeks, Hush my child, it is merely rain. I am not cryin, those are not tears, and yet even as the thunderclaps and the…
mattering of selfless one
operation mechanization materialization motivation enchanting and evoking invoking and attuning allegories of old and new enchanting scene in the mind gathering thoughts prevailing even twilight so delight carol of new dawn enchanting amplification simplification simply expressing dynamism motionless antidated a mandate narrating…
We need…
He comes in with curiosity and excitement, running to the desk that bares his name. His mother hides her eyes, but the tension can be seen in the shoulders under the threadbare sweater. “We need…” the teacher says, handing her the list. He…
Poem #8: Home
Home I fell apart (we need you together) I fell through (we need you safe inside) I fell down (we need you up here) I need to find my way (we need togetherness) I searched myself and got lost (we need to find you) I…
We Need No More…Poetry Half Marathon- Prompt 8 Poem 8
We NEED…almost nothing. Yet, we desire everything. Those that do not desire everything have nothing. We NEED to learn from them. Ingrid Exner
How the Hell Do I Know What We Need?
How the Hell Do I Know What We Need? I can only tell you what I need. And you can tell me what you need. Together, we can say what we need. How’s that? I need friends, even the ones who don’t always agree with…
The Lady Bartholomew
I am the Lady Bartholomew! Not some poet’s muse! How dare he write of me In lust! Yet gracefully… That he doth dare to think I may, in some dark corner, Spread my blessed wings, Or entreat his push of things. “Long and thick,” the maidens…
Zumba
faces blood red, dripping, salty, sticky bodies jump, twist, gyrate with and with out rhythm screams over thumping thundering bass t-shirts and leggings join the skin in a macabre duel of push and pull
Ominous
“We need to talk.” A phrase to chill the warmest blood. “We need to talk.” The peril of the neighbourhood To make male faces pale as chalk, Suburban couples shorthand code For “Mister, you done messed up good!” “We need to talk.” Prompt: Use “we…