She felt it
Every now and then
The shiver
The thrill within
As she read words
Or saw some art
She knew
She had to be a part
Of a life worth living
Art that’s thrilling
So she wrote on
Hoping to be remembered
For borrowed words
Rearranged
Tag: Poetry
I Stand With
I sit
A comfortable distance
From the violence
Listening to bias news
How could I truly choose
Between one death or another
Murder of a child or a mother
Humans trying to survive
If you can stand
Then stand for life
The Lake Creation
She was an ocean
Feeding a calm river
She was a storm
That he wanted to weather
She was essential for his survival
In his eyes
She had no rival
So he decided to live on
Making friends with the waves
Memories with the whales
Befriending the creatures of her own creations
Until she became a lake
Feeding a small nation
Unworthy
She created her heaven
But let the devil in
Seeking punishment
For her little sin
After all
How can joy
Outweigh the hate
How can a woman
Singly create
Heaven on earth
Evolution
When the world finally ended
She learned to love
The peace of the silence
The emptiness above
The potential in everything
And the peace within
When the world ended
She was finally ready to begin
Colors
I once held a butterfly so hard
Until its colors bled on to mine
I promised then
That I’ll never
Hold on so tightly to anything again
To never force a change in my colors
To never let others’ fade
Plop
The frog enjoyed a warm shoe
Made a loud plop or two
Until she found warmth
And I
Late for school
Tried to play it cool
And not freak out
About a frog
Refusing to get out
Of my right shoe
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Inspired by the word of the day prompt #plop and a true story.
We often took our shoes off at the door and frogs loved that and used it to their advantage!
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What did you come up with?
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PS this image is what the AI created using my poem and I think it’s funny and cute
Horse
I never rode a camel
Always prefered a car
Or a horse for an adventure
That’s not very far
The foreigners thought
I might better know
About camels than snow
But I knew little of both
Video games were my mode
Of exploration
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Inspired by the word of the day prompt #Horse
Fate
She couldn’t remember
A choice
A long forgotten voice
A sound from deep within
A place to begin
Was it fate?
Was it a decision?
She couldn’t remember the beginning
That led her here
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Do you remember your purpose?
Flower
If death comes for me
Would you blame me if I go along?
As she promises rest, on days so long
As she reaches out a helping hand
A loving smile
A cold embrace
For a while
Giving me pretty flower
Showing me a new way
If she comes for me
Would you blame me
If I don’t stay?
Stranger Paths 