Warm milk Almond cookies A soft blanket Falling rain And the book you gave me Perfect, right? It would have been If you were still here with me…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Rain, Beautiful Rain!
Then, hide from the rain! I shout to those whose job is to keep their jobs at all costs to we the people. You, whose umbrella policies invade and degrade the lives of those who pay your way. Hide from the rain! It’s coming.
Prompt 21 – Ella and her Fella
Prompt Twenty-One – Write a poem that’s no more than 50 words, but one of those words must be either umbrella, or almond. Ella and her Fella There once was a girl called Ella Who was madly in love with her fella. But when her…
Hour 21 : Cookie
I know not how to bake a cookie Scared of the crumbs that fall off They taste so sweet and precious A mix of chocolate almonds and raisins Crunch is the sound it makes Hot chocolate oozing I am not perfect and so aren’t you…
Poem 21. This Really Great Kid I Once Knew
He learned to walk in the rain holding my umbrella. He liked twirling it most of all and learning the sign for it, and for rain, and for can we go for a walk again, and for thank you.
Poem 8 – The Move
As I prepare for the move Too many emotions all at once I ask “What should I get?” “Get an umbrella, Oh, don’t you forget” Said a friend “Get an umbrella, Better don’t forget” Said the other So I got two umbrellas As I prepare…
The Wall
This was my last dream of you and me. A bed in a field of flowers out of her sight, and away from him. Just you. Just me. Just a bed in a field of flowers. Just now I woke from a nap, and as…
Poem 7 – A moment of Joy
A long stretch A longer nap Waiting for them to fetch Any longer, I might snap A blur image Getting clearer by the second Them coming to honour my lineage Any minute now I reckon Oh the moment of joy then comes The…
My shooting bamboo- A Gigan
Prompt 8 (Write a Gigan) My shooting bamboo With pale green leaves It was once greener than grass And smelled sweet like dewy grass My long stemmed bamboo I see now such brown leaves Coffee coloured, whisked with tea A rich leafy arm…
The Watchtower Haiku (2022 Poem 20)
soul slowly healing spotlight shining endlessly heart behind high walls tuesday afternoon how did my life come to this walls crumble to dust hope springs eternal the watchtower is no more my heartbeat expands (Prompt: Write a poem using one of the following titles: The…