#6
Dust mites
Still reside
On your side
Of my bed
Where you laid your head
Where your skin shed
Pieces of me
They are feasting on.
6. True Love
True love, is you and me.
This love an epitome
Strong as steel it has withstood all,
never to stop or stall.
The meaning of true love, I now understand,
it is love that all adversities, withstand.
True love, is not an emotion that is fleeting,
but it’s that which keeps my heart beating.
It is this love that has brought us this far.
True as a guiding star.
It is this love that I look forward to.
This epitome of true love, me and you.
Through good and the lean,
besides me, you have always been.
I cling fast to this emotion, this love,
because I know that it is true.
This love that I have for you!
If Only
If only i could just walk away
If only i could just turn back the hands of time
If only i could freeze happy moments
Make them last forget forever
If only i could delete bad memories
If only i could with draw mean words spoken
If only i could erase the past
If only i could recreate the present
Map out the future
If only i had the power to leave all my challenges behind
If only i could change, me
The Season Of Heartbreak(Prompt 7)
My bed feels colder without you in it,
i took you for granted and i’m sorry,
my heartaches for you,
i know actions speak louder than words,
but allow my words to penetrate your soul,
allow me to paint pictures with the words sorry in vivid colours painted in the night sky,
babe listen,
i’m sorry for letting you go,
worst mistake i ever made,
i was afraid to swallow my pride, afraid to get choked,
but the pain that came from losing you forced my heart to pull my pride from my mind and tongue straight to my gut,
court is in session,
you Ser pride have been found guilty of breaking Sir Heart,
for letting one of the few reasons the body has to live leave our arms and they misses her,
Sir Chest misses her warmth,
the brothers Rib miss the vibration of synchrony that happened when our heartbeats matched frequencies,
the eyes complain, for they miss perfection in their sight in the morning,
Ser pride,
you’re guilty of treason,
and you do this each winter season,
you cut off the other half that makes us whole,
now we’re stuck cold,
because you had cold feet
your penalty is…………
-Ropa
The season of unknown
The curious soul,
Wanders in the dark,
Looking for a spark,
Our thirst for the search,
Left us with nothing.
We thought to know it all,
or getting closer to it,
The universe proved us wrong,
No matter what we do,
How far we go,
We will remain a small part of cosmos,
Never know the unknown,
Won’t go through the black hole…
#7 The Season of Execution
I have made plans all my life,
Charted all my moves, prepared for possible falls,
Made lists of all my ideas
and stuffed drawers with a necessary supplies and more,
Had daydreams of celebrated successes,
and have given mock interviews in the bathroom,
I’ve stood still too long, staring at the beginning,
It’s time to take a step, to walk, to run,
I’ve dithered long enough, dreamed long enough,
Reality – here I come!
Hour 7: Reflections (Form: Monorhyme)
Blades of pines couching the snow,
Softly as the clouds sail low.
The amber peaks gently glow
And reflections meditate in a row,
Silence breathes with mellow
Stillness captivates the show.
Hour 7 Prompt 7. Faith chepchumba
SEASON OF THE GHOST.
It is that time of year again
When I work hard without gain
For every penny is spent in the clinic
Some even think I am a psychic
It is that time when i hear voices
Speaking in to my choices
And I change my every route
Maybe to make a new routine
It is that scary of moments
When I cannot take critic comments
For my soul is cold and lonely
Of staying at a big home solely
It is that month of the year
The one I can hear rain beating clear
And I sleep with the lights on
Afraid of where I will wake on
It is that time when in the bath I slip
When I see the image in my mirror
And my mind turns muddy
It that season so fuzzy
Poem Hour Seven
Season of the Virus
Hidden, locked down, safe indoors,
We wait.
We wait and wait,
Hidden and safe,
Against the creeping virus.
No cure, no vaccine
Unknown illness
Takes it toll
On millions.
Millions infected, like a horror film
An invisible enemy
With no weapons available.
Except one.
Stay at home, stay alone.
We wait, unsure, unknowing.
A new normal is close.
Wash your hands and wear a mask.
Better still – stay at home.
Life slows, we live,
One day at a time.
Prophylaxis
There’s an invisible enemy
hanging in the air
some say it’s from Wuhan
in China, over there.
It doesn’t really matter now.
They say it’s here to stay.
Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.
Some folks have conjured up stories,
they say it’s from a lab
or that it doesn’t exist at all-
it’s phony, it’s a scam.
“We have our rights”
“You can’t make me”
“The cure is worse than the disease”
Grandparents falter and succumb.
Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.
It wasn’t your problem but now it is,
first in Blue states, now in Red.
You got your freedom to go to bars,
you partied with family, now they’re dead.
I’m still at home, I miss my friends, and doing what I used to do.
Please do your part, like I’ve done mine.
Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.