You Will Love

I can guarantee Beyond a shadow of a doubt That you will find love someday Your soul will cry out When you meet them And weep to realize they were Waiting for you their whole life And you have been waiting For them. And when…

Letting Go

I open my hand Allowing the world to spill out Onto the ground In shards of brokenness And heartache Bitterness And self-deprecating antics- Some say there’s always hope But some things aren’t worth hoping for So,I carry on. I open the other hand And welcome…

Thread

Caught upon the sewing A thread is found as I stitch together My heart- Not knowing I had pieced away As you hurried off Soap bubble of rainbow illusion Popped Leaving behind only traces As it dampens my skin a circular film of what it…

Hour 3 – Full Circle (text prompt)

I’ll fall for you, full circle Let your voice encircle me A litany If there’s a God they’ll be hearing me Sing your praises with my heart silently Too shy to brag but I’m proud of you It’s true. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m…

Chasing The Sky

Chasing The Sky Chasing clouds with bottled rain With hope still rising, it left a stain From bleeding colors of a bow With a promise of riches down below. The brush of clouds, fingerprints in sky Distinguished the patterns of another goodbye As wind shuffles…

Hope In Hopeless Times (hour 13, prompt 13)

Walking with the sunrise Has become a normal thing Since we’ve been locked inside our houses It’s when my soul can sing There’s just something about the dawn That breathes hope into my soul When the sun’s rays pierce the darkness Merging night with day;…

Moonshadow – Hour 10, Prompt 10

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Poem Marathon Submission #6

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

What Lies Above

Spoilers for the beginning of Portal 2. I had one last view of the sky Before She dragged me back down Underground, and into storage. There was Art in my room to view And experience spiritual refreshment As only an A.I. could dream up. When…

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