#PoemNo10 Bitter aftertaste, I like it rough the way you do me. Encapsulating your rich, and pure essence layered in deep and dark textures. You know exactly how to aim for my senses in just a single bite. To excite my heart You ravish my…
Category: Poetry Prompts
HOUR 10 Missing you…
MISSING YOU… I had no idea that your death would mean the death of me. Well a part of me. The part that loved you, more than I knew. You among many, always stood out. Your laughter and kindness never diminished, no matter what. …
Never regret the love I feel
A chance upon a man a while back, The regret shall not commence even if 100 million years have passed, For all that love had not go wasted in spite of the fact that I have been rejected by him, That love save me from…
attitude of gratitude
it’s so easy to get lost in dismay an attitude of gratitude goes a long, long way When i wake up, i thank my maker When i pour my cup, i thank my “coffee-maker” When i go to work, i thank the pay-paychecker When i…
Poem 11
Hide and seek I hide Behind a friend Who was always by my side She protects me Not because she cares But she don’t wanna loose her dominance over me.. She was none other but was my own fear. . She gave a coverage…..
Ode To A True Friend (Haiku’s)
He was there indeed… As I cried and slowly died! A lover and friend. We could not remain… Lovers till the end of time. Friends we are this day! Our love had no end. We cannot see us apart, At least, as best friends. Thank…
Image Two – Prompt Nine
The corner of paradise looks so inviting Gazing down from heights above Daydreaming about daydreaming down there With a sigh I welcome reality again
Prompt for Hour Ten
Write a poem of praise. It can be praising a person, a place, or a thing (right now I feel like praising coffee). But this poem should be filled with admiration and gratitude.
Hour 7 Angst… Teen Angst is much more than a Clique…
Angst German or Dutch it doesn’t trouble me that much. This is word-etymology that we trust. Teenage angst is still most popular today, and that’s not ok! The youth are a precious group; they are all our saved up dreams rolled into one. My school…
He – Prompt Eight
His eyes make my heart quiver with excitement His devilish grin sends my head spinning A touch from him shoots electricity through my body The chaos of butterflies has me feeling faint His devilish grin sends my head spinning His voice rumbles through my soul…