My cat growled at me when I didn’t go to bed at the usual time. He paced, he stared didn’t understand I need this time to rhyme.
Category: Poetry Prompts
Almost Midnight – Hour Sixteen
The hour is getting later And my head begins to spin But I will keep on writing Exhaustion will not win I’m pushing towards the finish Inching closer every hour With coffee, I will make it I shall harbor the power I am feeling a…
Hour 16 Drugs robbed you from us
An attractive athletic, artistic son, brother, and father classmate and crush. Now only a proven statistic anyone who lives south on Long Island. When I close my eyes see your smile hear your laugh realize you wore sunglasses more often than not, hiding the beautiful brown almond shapes of…
Hour 16 : Horizon
Watching the sky transform overhead Orange lilac hues as the sun sets Flourishing more than ever Clouds shedding it’s white skin Watching in awe as it changed colour Boasting an undulating opalescence Of Pink like soft candyfloss Compelling to reach up Watching my…
#7
I sit here camouflaged against the yard. I’m bright yellow and blend with the flowers. Food is near seed and butterfly flowers. I’m lucky for this vast menu.
#5
The pavement cracked over the soggy ground. Green sprouts emerged and sunflowers exhalted. Making their own space away from the oak tree with a sign nailed to it Don’t pick the flowers.
Can peace flood the earth? (hour 16)
Soon in not too distance future peace will flood the earth and the violence of now and the violent now will be erased
“The Good Thing In The Bad”
That turn out to be the good thing in the bad. The situation’s a bit blurry, We are both in a hurry, At September misty morning, You ain’t picking up at all. I was left all alone. No answers until October, Just silence on entire…
Hour 15: veins
delicate veins that throb no more still calm in their fragility perfect poise even in death and dying
The Beauty of the Feast
Hour Fifteen – Write a poem about someone or something you have lust for. The Beauty of the Feast In the wee small hours, past midnight Here in the north where dark meets light I wander into a room by chance Where letters…