She’s singing again why can’t she understand me? I know the others need her, three but more so do I so I get louder, why? But need is in order please pick me up I’m more important ah, I like that song calm down, not…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Prompt Hour 7
ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…
Haunted Home (back and forth nonets) – Hour 18, Prompt 18
Home haunted a whisper wafts against skin tendrils of white, within a scent mirrors death, old shivering begins in mold a flash, something dark lay beyond something brittle and twisted, lurks on deeper, a feeling of fear hangs alone, the heart triple bangs dread, it’s…
Hour 2 : Recipe for your future self
….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self… Ingredients 1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped. A selection of treasured recollections from happier times. There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to…
“Whelve”
I run across an abandoned place, On a signed erased by rain across the road. The house stand still despite it aged, The squeaking sounds and random cracks Breaks the silence. The old house speaks its language. It tells a story of an orhpanage On…
Prompt Eighteen – The Sacred Crows
Hour Eighteen – Text Prompt Write a poem about a haunting, real, or imagined, detailed or abstract. Image Prompt – Ravens and Crows You always know, when you see a crow Of the powers that they own For those who die, are unable to…
Lost in Oblivion – Hour Eighteen
Lost in Oblivion This digital age has become an undoing Of communication and of common sense Whole words whittled down to mete fragments of lingo And at youthful minds own expense The kids of today have lost their direction Eyes deeply buried into their phones…
My Sister Sandy
Sounds of laughter come out through my voice. They are not always my own. My silvery hair seems to hang in such a way That our resemblance is uncanny. I’ve felt her presence Since she’s been gone. I’ve seen it my entire life. Others notice…
Hour 1 : Warfare
Warfare: After Diana Khoi Nguyen Amidst the deafening noise of war, there’s a faint sound, you catch a glimpse of a familiar face you once cherished. When you witness countless soldiers who can’t speak anymore, there’s a melody in the midst of utter…
Kaleidoscope World (acrostic) – Hour 17, Prompt 17
Kaleidoscope shines A world rainbow bright Lovely, happy light Evening’s a sight In sunset, refracted Diamonds bow in reverence, impacted Over its fractal beauty Shining o’er hill, faceted lakes Covered in color, no shadows we make Our skies, all aglitter People, all blinged Earth a…