The cascading indigo dusk would blanket the summer’s eventide While orange yellow lights would glow in the skies Slowly in a rhythm one by one they would shine A magnitude of beetles glorifying the evening’s lullabies A real life rendition of van Gogh’s starry night…
Category: Poetry Prompts
#19 Part of Something Special
Angel’s first birthday, My excited daughters decorate the terrace, with crude hand-made posters and scraps of paper, and a colorful paper cake painted with care. They hand out tiny invitations ‘Be ready – it is going to be awesome!’ They spend hours preparing for their…
One marathon to join them all
From across the globe they gathered defying timezones and technology bringing their poems haikus, sonnets, rhymes, limericks, elegies, odes, and so much more Some wrote through the night some wrote though to dawn hour by hour word by word so passionate so strong Learning, teaching,…
We live that word
She lifts me with her laugh leaving me longing for more ways to bring her joy We join in song, voices dancing like dolphins dipping across crested waves Her heart holds a capacity for caring and kindness akin to tales of saints Her eyes are…
My Billionaire Dad
There is nothing in this world that is beyond me. I am the son of a billionaire dad And as the heir to his empire, the world eats from the palm of my hand There is nothing in this world that is above me…
Prompt 19 ~ Post # 19 ~ Is There More?
No eye has seen, no ear has heard what God is truly made of. But when we stop, look and listen He’ll explain to us His love. Oh He’ll reveal the hidden things when you begin to pray. He’ll reveal what you need to…
86 the Bird
It really has become a chore. The shopping, the cooking, the baking, awkward moments, and obligatory snarky comments. Wouldn’t it just be nicer to avoid everyone and go away for Thanksgiving? YES! Imagine the ocean, a sparkling cerulean blue, crashing waves, salty air and a…
Prompt 18 ~ Post # 18 ~ Christmas Blessing
Twas the night before Christmas and all through St. Joes. The patients were sleeping with hall lights aglow. Medication were given and rounds were all done. All patients were counted each and every one. Patients were all snuggled with clean sheets on their…
Native Tongue
My native language is love It can be conveyed with or without words The dialects are constantly evolving, but the core meanings are universal Many speak it but don’t truly understand it It is a language where listening is often more important than speaking Where…
It’s the most dead time of the year (18th hour) prompt
Outside, empty, still branches snapping too brittle and too frigid to last. Meanwhile, indoors a massive tree decor takes over your room. We light our every possessions to serve as a contrast to the stone, get in your bones cold. We fill our cups with…