To tear down progress of a people oppressed is a cruelty that takes a toll. The harms cannot be measured once; it’s the kind of hurt that grows. It’s a poison that erodes hope and trust for generations. We are left wondering what we know….
Category: Poetry Prompts
Every night.
Every night I’m being seduced away by your smooth beautiful face , and caressing it in my hands is my only heart desire. Holding you when everywhere is silent I always crave for, for touching you gives me utmost joy. I’ve tried holding something else…
Life does not owe you anything (hour 8)
life does not owe you anything, even if you think so, love does not owe you anything, even if someone loves you too, happiness is not necessary, neither is sadness, the way you live is dependent on none but you, if you get luck…
Game People Play-revise
It was a song; I sung when I was growing up. “Games people play right wrong, they just…keep you feeling blue.” Little did I know life for me would be like a game of chess. I started out as a pond with some power. It…
Leprechauns and People – Hour Eight
My little brother, Sam, doesn’t think leprechauns are real – can you believe that Green, lucky, rainbows, pots of gold How can they not be real After all, green is a color, rainbows shine in the sky, luck happens and gold can be put in…
Hour 8: Now not wow
curvature of Earth is but a mirage set in the miracle hall of home Earth is crumbling, she is kneeling, we are not fleeting we are rambling, she is pleading, we are not freaking change is here, chance to act is now tomorrow…
Image Prompt -Poem Eight Games night
Games bring families together It’s a way of passing time and brings the community together It is carved from wood to barks of nights The games are passed around till you end up with twos or threes In communities it’s a way of passing time…
“I’m Seven and You’re Nine”
I’m seven and you’re nine, And I don’t question, nor wonder why. You’re a precious view of summer, A sunlight, A lily or sunflower, You’re my forever and ever. In my everyday, I see it through, You are my greatest color hue. My lovely light,…
Prompt 8 – Still
Rest calls to me Dark fathoms dropping like stones into cold waters Weightless, I’m claimed by silence Still
The Last Chance is Here
The last chance is here For your burden are easy Your mind to cease while deluding To walk with faith in the light Of blissful solitude The last chance is here To at last move on To shed a sweet yet bitter tear For time…