Little people running around, Chasing each other shrieking. Remember being that little, Remember the world revolving around you? Big hopes in their little minds, Imaginations vast but small at the same time. A little universe around each of them, The planets and moons forming halos….
Tag: poem
#13- But I…
Why is my crown so garish, With spikes and thorns and so, My face rotting and disintegrating, My eyes the colour of blood. Why am I dressed in capes, And long gowns kissing the floor, The grey faded and old, A rusty scythe in my…
To Nili #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourthirteen
Grace and poise and beauty in unison The dance of the cygnets on ice. I recall the Royal Albert Hall, where you took us. Almost the last time we met. When Death came calling you were sleeping Or I like to think of it that…
#12- Calm (nonet)
The music plays softly in my room As I sit swaying in the dark Eyes looking out the window Contentment in my soul A smile on my face Perfect sunrise Finally I feel Calm ~thryaksha
Saviour #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwelve
the day that the white-coats came for me the darkness was overwhelming my isolation complete you added your music to placate the storm darkly brewing your words blew away clouds.
Drumbeats #thepoetrymarathon #prompthoureleven
I did not see, I did not see the cloud you carried upon your head covered by the vines or the Periwinkle twinkling against your dark curls as you followed the beat of the drummer that asked to be fed. I failed you, I…
#11- The beauty of an ink blot
Straight lines and precise curves, The intricate crosses in it, Not crossing in any other way, Not a scratch out of place. Blocks and shades, Within the lines, Out of the box, But still within the lines. Controlling every move I make, Making sure its…
#10- Snowfall
I’ve always wanted to see snow, To be in its cold embrace, To watch as it falls around me, My presence not getting in the grand way of things. Appreciate every single flake, For being so uniquely itself, Yet looking so beautiful, When it melds…
Black and blue #imageprompt #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourten
You took away the bright colours that day when you left, along with rest and ease slyly while I slept. So my nights are black and blue and grey, loads of grey that even moonlight wears a long black veil. Black and blue And black…
#9- Happiness Pool
My hands holding the rim of the pool, My feet swaying in the blue depths, The water lapping against me, My eyes kissing the horizon. Stories above the rest, Looking at the city from my vantage, A sense of satisfaction engulfing me, As I look…