The beginning #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourone

It was a beginning of sorts Only I had no idea where I was going Or where the roads would lead. Uncharted lands, the tiny path That twist and turned upon itself Into the woods in the mist-ridden Hills where you once walked. I heard…

A Cowboy Rides Away – Hour One

    He rides off into the sunset once more A journey filled with some regret A trailblazer, of sorts, that rode shore to shore He thinks back to those that he met The dreamers, the doers, the crazies, the plain The strangers, the divas,…

Prompt 17

The Weather   Hey nice tither The weather nice and wither Do your teeth grit and wither? Like a rose grew and wither Written like a song, prose verse and thither I sang like Johnny Lang And groove like Elvis Bang! Bang! Daddy’s dead. As…

PROMPT 7

Winter Season The winter season expands across the earth To calm the summer love And to bring an end to the restless souls  To soothe the air Of all the craziness Trees began to wither And the green grass fades away And thou shall love …

Prompt 21: Alone

ALONE The word I thought  I never dreaded hearing  Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces  The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk  When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…

Love Thy Mother-Prompt fifteenth

On August 23, 1979  is when I first felt your love as a baby girl from your womb 35 years, two months, twenty -seven days later Your arms are still a haven  In which I can run to when I’m sick, for comfort and to…

LOVE POEM WITHOUT USING LOVE

When I close my eyes I think of a better place  I soon to be A place I can rest A place I soon to hold you My mind in full power A place I soon mumble sweet nothings in your ear A place to…

Prompt #6 Empty (2014 prompt)

Prompt for Hour Six Use the following image to inspire your next poem. Take me to a place in time where I was a different person. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror it’s been way too long since I have felt comfortable in my…

Gift of Motherhood and Songs

Gift of Motherhood and Songs I think I was going to wait so long for paradise, to hold my mother like me at childhood would, to my doll. But you came as an angel, not fallen. It was as if mother resurrected into your body,…

Prompt 24 ~ Post # 24 The Greatest Gift

So many times we give a gift wanting something in return. But there is a gift I have received I wonder if you’ve heard.   It is the gift one size fits all and guess what it is free. It’s given to the entire world…

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