24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The age of innocence
The doll’s play gives way to bigger games
As blasphemy loses its might
When a young girl and her lover
Declare their vows
To be together forever
Conflicting emotions surround them
As they hold each other’s hands
And watch their age of innocence fly away
Hour 9
@varenyas
Take one last look and try to remember
before the dying room collapses into the Earth.
This was once your sanctuary
now it’s dust and dirty truths
as you pair the jigsaw of a memory to the physical.
Where your bliss was, is also where you laid aching
for the brooding sky to swallow you into nothing.
The musings on these walls were only there to
make up for the lack of sunny memories.
The split, spider-web mirror didn’t catch any smiles
nor did it give you a better perspective
she showed you what they dared not tell you.
Foolish, rosy-eyed girl
there is no place for you here.
At least, not anymore.
“My Sunshine Away”
Your loving eyes
Your beautiful heart
Please don’t take…
Your wonderous smile
Your boisterous laugh
Please don’t take…
Your strong arms
Your protective embrace
Please don’t take…
The sound of crushing metal
The smell of burning rubber
Please don’t take…My Sunshine Away
gj
If you’d direct the masses to go,
Not necessarily to war
This works just as well for any cause,
These are some rules you ought to know
It’s vital to give the crowd a show;
Remind them what we’re fighting for
And, if any of them seem to pause
Accuse them of loving the foe
Many in your party will be low –
Never, ever sound insecure
Or impatient – yes, they may be bores,
But you still need them, don’t you know?
Once you’ve won the crowd, don’t take it slow!
Be bold and let them gape in awe
Meet opposition with loud guffaws
Ridicule is simple to sow
Hold on tight to power, don’t let go
After all, that’s what power’s for
Bang the drum and magnify the cause
Lest supporters melt like spring snow
If you’d direct the masses to go,
Not necessarily to war
This works just as well for any cause,
These are some rules you ought to know
Form: La’Tuin
Prompt: Use the title of a book as the title of your poem. The poem doesn’t have to be connected to the book.
We all need to believe in something
whether it’s true or not
whether you remember or not
She didn’t know what to believe anymore
was it a lie or the truth
was it real or an overthought
Either way it’s what she believed about herself
They trusted you first
Five-year-old hands too small
They handed me to you
You reached out, accepting the call
A pact made before we had language
A journey started before we could adventure
A love before understanding
A best friend before and for life
Before I could speak
You were my voice
Before I knew
You could tell
Before I could fall
You held my hand
Before I could swim
You taught me to float
Time flew
We grew
You into your role
Me into mine
Sisters in body and soul
A bond that defies rhyme
I can do this
Almost halfway
I can do this
I can see the end
I can do this
I continually chant
Because I truly believe
I can do anything I want.
Had a thought
Then I got tired and I forgot it
Tried to snatch it from the muse but she laughed and flew away
I chased her for a while
But after running several miles
I had to stop to catch my breath
I really don’t know what to say
The thought is gone now, taken by the muse unto the Great Beyond
Perhaps some other lucky soul will catch it
Perhaps I’ll think about some other cleverness to say
But will it compare to the thought that got away?
I highly doubt it
Why can’t I love you?
(i miss you when you’re gone)
What gnaws at my insides?
(it’s so quiet here without you)
How can I be so peaceful?
(all your things lay scattered
in perfect order
just as you left them)
Is that my music playing?
(but i liked most of yours)
Why can’t I love you?
(because i love me more)
No one else
understands my rhythm –
the music I hear in my head,
or the sound of my own special song.
I am who I am.
I sing what I want.
I dance with my own steps
timed to the beat of my heart,
and driven by the dreams
in my soul.