I sat on the toy store shelf, feeling all bottled-up and unwanted.
The kids prefer to play with video games, these days,
rather than being outdoors with me.
Then one day, this little girl grabbed me down from the shelf
and begged her Mommy to buy me.
She took me out to play as soon as we got home.
The spring day was so bright as I met the sun for the first time.
I could not contain the joy that I felt
as she unscrewed the lid and dipped the plastic wand
into the soapy liquid. She brought the wand to her lips
and gently blew out a line of iridescent bubbles.
I felt so free, floating through the air with my new friends.
Her giggles of delight were the sweetest sound.
She dances as we swirl around her. Pure imagination takes over
as she pretends to be a fish in a bubbly underwater world.
I will never forget the wonder that was in her eyes.
The wind caught each one of us, taking us on a new adventure.
She runs to try and catch me as I drift up and away from her.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
May 20th, 2014
Copyright © Kelly Deschler
Hello, my name is Pearl Smudges and I am a cat
I live in a beautiful apartment in an old building
With My Girl and until recently Violet Patches
One day My Girl got the cat carrier out
She put Violet Patches inside and left
When she came back the carrier was empty
And she was weeping
I rolled myself up in my blanket for three days
Slowly, sadly we are coming to terms with our loss
The end of grieving is just within reach
April 12, 2015
For the contest, Just Within Reach, sponsor, John Lawless
Copyright © Broken Wings
She is bronze colored in complexion...
She is not too tall nor too small..
She is found along high rise buildings to sidewalks..
She dresses according to the 90's, to the latest moda...
She has her own unique style...
She has of brilliance undefined..
She has the hands soft to caress and rough to grip..
She has of eloquence: smile that soothes...
She is from the southeastern seas..
She belongs to islands of myriads history..
She comes from the land of the tropics..
She stands out among the crowd..
Empowered through high quality education..
Unbreakable by dozens of life experiences..
Molded flexible enough by Her culture
Zest enough to face the whole world..
Wether in the most sophisticated way..
To the simplest servant you can see at home...
What makes her so captivated...
Her full blown nationality of being a Filipina...
© O. E. Guillermo
Sponsor Poet Destroyer A
Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a past contest # 11
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo
I am but four walls painted purple, I remember that day,
the girl of raven hair, standing on a ladder painting me.
I was laughing because her hair had streaks of purple,
and she was dappled all over with dots of me, you see.
The next few days, I was left alone to dry in quietude,
then came the antique furniture and mauve drapery.
Art work was attached to me in hues of purple,
my whole essence was lovely and I rested peacefully.
I liked to watch the girl dance around in her pretty dresses,
looking at herself in the ornate, oval mirror, so pretty.
Often she would sit at her desk writing in her diary,
with tears in her eyes, head bowed, I was full of sympathy.
One day, she wore an elegant dress of white lace,
she danced and pranced around the room smiling happily.
I was so happy for her, but not exactly sure why I was,
but I should have been sad because she was leaving me.
Years my door remained closed, the furniture covered,
then one day, an old lady walked in holding the hand of girl.
She stroked the raven hair of the girl she called granddaughter,
and told her, "this is the room where I used to dance and swirl."
Written September 4, 2012
For the contest, If These Walls Could Talk,
Sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
Copyright © Broken Wings
I woke up this morning
Went to the kitchen
Looking for some-thing
For this morning
I was on a mission
I went in-to the Cabinet
To open my favorite box
It was closed and It was sealed
I shook it, yet
I could not hear...
Surely they were gone'
And so was my last beer'
Fore there in the box
Their wasn't a sound
So, I placed it on the table
Then I sat down,
Only something was strange
I couldn't figure it out
So, I clinched my mouth
And dumped the whole
I was looking for some-thing
That sweet taste for my mouth
But, that nice crispy cereal
With-out a doubt...
I ran to the bed room
And looked on the floor
Their was an empty bowl
The milk was still cold
So, I was perplexed
Didn't know what to say next
My EX was sleep
On her mouth I could smell CHEXS
But, what could I do
Cause I wouldn't go near her
Was this a thought
Or could it be real
It was so...
That was my best meal
My ex-GirL fRiend
Has just killed my last
Box of CHEKS
What will she do next
Heavens' why me
She is a Cereal Killer
Can't you see?
Copyright © Gary Fields
This is a long lost dream story about Me and my EX-GIRL getting it back together again? Just who knows' where it will end......
My ex-girlfriend and me
We are talking about
The possibility of getting
Married and I said that
We shall see.....
She asked' me if we were
Going to take lot's and lots'
And I answered, yes,
But We won' be taking
And then She ask Me
If it would be consummated
I said yes, but, only if it came
Copyright © Gary Fields
Cant believe your not here
Trying to erase the fear
I didn't get to say goodbye
It wasn't that long ago
That i had you in my arms
Hugging you to let you know
That I needed you more
I breathe a little deeper
trying to hold back all the tears
Remembering the times
You was always here
The days and years
Months and weeks
Went by so fast
I couldn't even think
Memories of you
Wonder through my head
Times where you would "Baby" me
Daddy's little girl is what you said
I couldn't deny it
How true that is
Not trying to believe
That your not here
I know this won't be easy
Apart of my heart is missing
As tears roll down my face
Thinking about you
I hold tight to the good times
and let the bad ones slip through
There will be times I'll stare in space
Wondering how things would be
If you didn't leave this place
The times you would sing to me
The times you would cry
The times where you'd smile
I'll never let that slip by
You'll always be in my heart
No matter what i do
I didn't think I'd have to picture
My life without you
All the birthdays cards i made you
Ill hold close and dear
In my life you'll always be here
I'll remember the mornings
I'd wake up and see your face
I didn't think I'd ever have to say
Goodbye this way
Daddy's little girl is what I'll always be
I'll never forget you
Please remember me.
I love you Daddy
Copyright © Terri Evans
I am conceived
yet not finished
I am formed
yet not born
I am born
yet not alive
I am here
yet not seen
Copyright © ruchi prasad
Maybe you'll see how I view my life through my scars..
Feeling alive is what I lacked
A good life is what I needed.
Cutting is what made me feel
Open wounds from a beautiful green and red razor
Slices upon my arm
Came faster than the peel of an orange
I LOVED the effects
How ALIVE I felt
Maybe one day you'll see
The person I wanted to be
Copyright © Minette Elizabeth
From the moment I first saw you
I knew that I was in love
God must have sent you
Straight from up above
With shear perfection He molded
Ten perfect little fingers and ten little toes
Chocolate into your eyes He folded and
Topped it off with a perfect little nose
As I have watched you blossom
Into the young woman that you are
I think it is so awesome
That you have come so far
So on this your special day
I wish you all the best
For years ago this was my happiest day
The day that I was blessed
Copyright © TuLisha Blackshear