There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found Among the trees and leaves Fireflies alight to the ground. There are forests in the poems Unexplored, unfound There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found. Branches that those blithe spirits…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Golden Wheat
Gazing up up at the grains above me I know it’s crop just like they bring to The elevator Delicious grains My favorite ones When the truck’s come We’d put our hands out When they opened the sluice gate To the back of the truck…
If I Had Held On
If I had gone with you… I think our lives would be very different now Sans stretch marks, C-section scars, and broken bones But I wanted to make sure you knew What you wanted Maybe that was stupid Maybe I was scared Maybe you seemed…
Even in Paradise, I remember
When the bandits left Sambisa, they left a sign for us to remember that they were here longer than we had thought. Even in Eden, it is difficult to forget that the jacket my little brother was obsessed with, was the sign left for our…
The Skylights – Hour Twenty-Two
You walked into the living room and flat lined by the chair We had to let the medics know that you were in despair They found a pulse, you tracked your eyes and squeaked a last Goodbye Before you faded out again through the lights…
The Knave (it is time) #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwentytwo
He has needed you from the moment he first saw you. At first the attention was light and flirtatious and you thought it gave you joy. Then he became more demanding, wanting to walk by your side and watch you while you were sleeping…till he…
Night To Day
I see the light peeking through my window blinds A chalky blue after the nights drenching storm I’ll see the sun rise through the rain soaked trees It’s been awhile since I was awake at this time of morning I’ll watch the birds chirp and…
Ode to my father-in-law #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwentyone
Who came into my life even before I was married As I followed his Court for the sheer entertainment A man of temper, particular to a fault, no mumbling And bumbling in that Courtroom was allowed. He tried to take the place of my own…
An Ode to Holy Writings
When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…
Solitude – Hour Twenty One
All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…