She didn’t think twice, If I deserved all the love, That she was sending my way, That she was spending so generously. She loved me for who I was, Why do I need a mirror when I have her, Her eyes reflecting my face in…
Tag: poem
many worlds, many lives #prompthourtwo #imageprompt #thepoetrymarathon
How many worlds do you inhabit? How many suns light your day? Where do you go when your soul needs healing, How many moons illuminate your way? I thought I had a life once, one true And strong, where work kept me afloat But…
Stay In The Moment
Wandering eyes with meandering mind Eat away at symbols Clutched within the web of thought Struggling, attempting to decipher Yet every thought brings on more Questions than answers. I bring myself back Pulling myself down Out of the clouds And try and stay in the…
Hour 1 -They All Say…(Image prompt)
When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…
The End?
The End? Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris Is the end truly the end? Or the beginning of something new? And if the end is the beginning of something new, Then is the beginning the true end after all? Is the true end of all the end…
Friendship
Friendship Poem 1 Friendship of seven years -shadows How awesome this felt when I- beckon Lasting walks in the park with -me She felt like she was in love with -i Never give up on a friendship you- want The clouds in the…
Hour 1 – Ending (Text Prompt)
Hillside dark, water calm A single lantern floating Veil shredded, flowers dead A sudden, rotten, bloating Bride alive, Corpse husband A shovel with sticky coating Crunching earth, shifting waves A victim left ungloating. Crime unseen, story untold The lantern no longer floating.
a forgiveness [hour 18]
it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle and maybe it’s true; it was for us. my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best and who we adored more than all the others. he held sleepovers for me and my siblings in the…
my sister’s memories [hour 17]
In the excavation of a closet packed with my siblings’ left-behind belongings I found a floppy disk carefully labeled in my sister’s middle school hand (bubble letters were all the rage) which read: PRIVATE: do not read!!! Perhaps if I was the kind of sister…
Enter the Night (a haiku written for the 6th hour)
The evening rolls in, sky rich in shades of ombre, twilight softly glows.