Chrysalis of a
writer– where every penned word
bleeds from her black soul
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Caged Bird #Poetry #WEPFF #WEP #IWSG
It happened again
I feel so bruised. Battered.
Each word cutting, slashing
How one’s tongue can hold such power
Damaging. Damning.
More so than a hand. Yes, even more so than a sword.
I lie here, on the bed, trying to catch a breath
In between gasping sobs
He’d promised
I should have known better
My eyes sweep across the four walls
Their lavender-blue hues once beautiful
Now they’re nothing but bars
And I’m their prisoner
His
Oh how I long for freedom
To sing and to fly
However or wherever I wish
I should have known better
No sooner had I accepted the yellow ring
He clipped my radiant wings
And now I sit here like
A caged bird
With dying dreams of lofty peaks and open skies
*Author’s Note: This poem was written for the following writing challenge:
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Life’s Just A Dream #Poetry
Life
Its dark path’s a mystery
Full of hidden dangers & wonders
Eyes
Concealed within the shadowy woods
They know I’ve gone astray
Lost
In my mind home’s just beyond that bend
Alas, it’s only a mirage
Heavy
The mist encases each bared limb
Drowning me in despair
*Author’s Note: this poem was written for a prompt given by #BardBits on Twitter —
Marvelous Monday!
#BardBits prompt 294: Midnight/Moon/Sea/Dock/Stroll/Reflect/Light/Clarity
Our Guest Hosts: @DelsanteWrites & @LoriKPoetry
Write a short story or poem inspired by or using the word(s) and/or image.
Monday Story Prompt #Writing #Challenge
Write a micro or flash story (or if you prefer, a poem) around the following prompt:
Main Character
Lab assistant
Situation
Gets amnesia
Prop
Guitar pick
Post your story or poem in the comment section below. Deadline: This Friday, June 14th
No minimum words but try to keep it under 750 words.
Have fun!
Clothesline #Poetry
Clothesline-
my laundered heart left dangling in the wind
Life… #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry
Life–
Nothing but teardrops
In an empty cup
Stepping Out of the Comfort Zone #Poetry #SpokenWord
Now that I’ve declared I was a poet (much more so than just a fiction writer), I decided to really put myself out there.
By recording poetry as “spoken word.”
This was a huge thing for me as I absolutely HATE the sound of my own voice. This mainly stem from a history of speech problems due to my hearing impairment. So, after listening to other poets’ recording their poems, not to mention some hard-core loving encouragement from Susan Richardson, I took that leap.
Quiet was my very first attempt. This poem was actually inspired by having listened to so many of Avi Kaplan’s music:
Once was a poem I wrote years ago, but it’s a story I feel is still very relevant today:
I may do more in the near future.
Zombie #Poetry
Not alive, oh no
Just another drone in a
Horde of empty shirts
You’re My Miracle #Poetry
*Author Note: If my husband could tell his story within the framework of a poem, this might be it. Everything you read is true.
Childhood, innocence
Taken by my father’s fists
Who snatched me away from Momma
Hopping state to state – slumming in trailer parks
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Echoed the themes of my whole life
Daddy didn’t care,
Momma, nonexistent
Step mom, drug user
Not one who gave a damn
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Then I met you on the college green,
You were that life-line I held on to
But those words refused to let me go–
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Don’t even bother – you’re unworthy
I believed them, oh I believed
Never telling you how I truly felt
Letting you go – my greatest regret
As I watched you walk away
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Continents and wars separated
Us until one day I learned
Someone’s stolen your heart
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Without a care in the world High Risk became my game
No one would even know if
I’d died in some god-forsaken desert
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Son of bitch, I survived
Like a cockroach I kept returning
Unwillingly, oh so what was the point?
They kept chanting–
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Time blurred – broken dreams, heartaches
My constant reality as I wandered
The wasted land called Life
Perhaps there were some truth to the words–
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
One day, out of the blue
An email by you asking–
“Do you still remember me?”
Battles I’ve fought but never one as great
as on that day when in my heart
I truly wanted to hope —
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Life was just as cruel to you
With your own battles
Losing your love, your sight
Do I remember you?
Oh, yes…
No one wants you, they say
You’re nothing but a loser
Slowly fading, fading till only a whisper
Twenty years have since passed
I still hold you in my arms and
You hold my heart
You accepted me as I am
You loved me inspite of my
Brokenness
You saved a boy no one wanted
And instead of a loser
You made me the man I am today
You are my miracle
Wonder #Poetry
These feet
Stumble up the white
Mountain
My eyes
Teardrops like icepicks
Stabbing
This heart
No heat will ever
Unfreeze
Until
A song I hear in
The wind
Blue bird
So vocal and strong
Nestled
In the
Majestic black spruce
Teeming
Winter
Cannot stop a life
This small
Its eyes
Sparkle like a soul
On fire
Nature
In its truest form
Can heal
Broken
Hearts and shattered lives
–like mine
