Crossing the Finish Line

Is hope more of a wish or a prayer? Does it have to do with string? Is it a goal or objective or song? Or just some everyday thing? Does hope spring eternal as the poem says or perhaps the poems are just mush I’d…

Hope.

Good job little one, you’ve reached this far. If not for hope; would you have come through? Hope, kid, is like the sun It doesn’t turn it’s back on you. Even on your darkest hours it’ll linger as a dim light. Hope is what you…

Hour Twenty Four-Pillowtalk

i feel a daisy move near my ear, i may have drifted off into my dreams. eyes closed- a whiff of his cologne brings a familiar warmth. ‘go back to sleep love’, he tells me. my dreams aren’t as beautiful as this right now. I…

Hour 24

Human bodies are forever bound to stardust. It is said that ashes turn to ashes, but really,  flesh turns to dust turns to stars turns to black holes  turns to the digestion of light. And here I am, walking around with stomach cramps. Yet how…

Hour 24 hope

hope for the best that’s what everyone said but how to hope in hope when one is confused and sans hope when all i see is the caterpillar me and what i want it s butterfly to be i want to believe, lord please help…

My Gift (hour 24, prompt 24)

All my life I’ve had a gift A way with precious words That when the right ones come to me I put them into verse If I try to force it Or change it, just like that If I try to make it different I’ll…

The Gifts

I always thought it best to say The salient gifts you gave to me One of these is the gift of love that I enjoy it’s nice to have Another one that came from you Is trust I know I earned so true You trust…

The Marble

When she was just two  almost three,  Grace helped Grandpa John In the garden, as happy as can be. Near the carrots, Oh, they weren’t nearly as grown, Grace found a gift She could keep as her very own. She unearthed a marble, buried long…

A Thank You Note to Mum

The gift I treasure most Is our compendium of memories Enough stories to span centuries But collected in just a few decades Like individual jewels in priceless accessories.

Goodbye

Thank you Poetry Marathon. In addition to the bragging rights, I can say I’ve learnt a lot. This gift is priceless. Goodbye, till next year.