Dead vines encircled the tower Once green, budding flowers, and thick thorns Now withered, dry, and brittle Half the bricks from the structure have fallen Black vegetation still clinging Above all, the princess still sleeps Once dressed in a pure white gown Now caked in…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Impromptu Haiku
Knitting needles lock Oak satchel sunflower hair Space and time called kin
Hour five
grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…
Image Prompt -Poem 5 House on the Hill
The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…
Prompt 5 – Binding Times
They nailed the law of the land to their withered oaks Toasted with wine glasses, shattered in celebration upon the pavement of promise Red wine/ red blood Spilling/mingling While the old ones continued knitting the fabric of forgotten ways to bind and heal our broken…
Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 5 (prompt – use 5 words)
sunflower peeping cheddar slice in pavement crack knitting oaks cast shade
Prompts for the Fifth Hour
Text Prompt Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words/phrases. hardback sunflower knitting cheddar cheese space wine glass pavement nail oak satchel Image Prompt Photo by Suganth on Unsplash
Not my wish.
Not my wish to be here, guess what? Here I am without my intention so I crave for where I left to be here. If coming is for me to choose, I doubt If I’d be around here. I’m here already, what is done can’t…
Aku-ngala (Hour 4)
You never met your father’s grandfather but you know him through evening tales you know him in songs of him you know that he is the first generation of pride When your father tells your history he tells you to hit your chest and…
Hour four
grandmother weaves a story around her mother’s birth ten score years ago a little house a darkened room airless mud walls absorb and reflect the screams of a terrified young girl beads of sweat soaking the bedding leaving dark patches and finally the dai ma…