Day in day out I stop and pray Never knowing what will come my way If not for me for others and so I stop and pray everywhere I go Be it in the car or sitting at home Whoever’s in need, whatever is shown…
Category: Poetry Prompts
#13 Swim
The world disappears and sounds are silenced as my head submerges, eyes open to a different world. I am aware of each breath, aware of every part of my body I push myself forward all outside things are muted now, small, My anxiety comes of…
Keeping in Shape
Keeping fit and be in good health Is more important than amassing wealth Of what good is riches and wealth without corresponding good health? Many believe that vising the gymnasium or losing weight Or having a personal trainer is a vanishing trend As a…
Hour 12; Prompt 12: Dirty Words and the Politicians that Speak Them
What is there to say about them, that has not been said in the title? I can think of plenty So can you And so can they; if only of each other I find it odd to hear a man Dressed in finery Fed the…
AM
brrrrrr, grind the coffee woosh, add the water just right mmmmm I can move now
Morning Mercy
Flowing warmth washes away the things left undone – a fresh start to the day. I inhale the scents rising up in the steam. I give thanks for each day. As I wash my soul clean.
Prompt 12 ~ Post #12 Essence of Time
Ever notice how time flies continually through our life. Some with unending joy others with grief and strife. Only by experiencing the highs and then the lows. Will we be able to cherish the good and let the others go. So before all slips away…
8. Who Knows How the Emoji Rolls
👃🏽😁 Smells like a challenge 😍😍🧐🧐💩💩💩 Love it, will I sound like shit though? 🤡🤡🤡☠️☠️☠️☠️🤠🤠🤠🔥🔥🔥 Be a total clown, die of embarrassment, or ride like a champ and have some fiery work?
Paris
Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…
Low Tide
Your love is inconstant and I’m uncertain if I care. Your moods roll like the Pacific and I am just a shell. I have washed up on your shore like a man once lost at sea. My soul cries out for yours. Won’t you set…