Best Prompt Poems
Flip flops and straw hat adorn him, beach wear suits him nicely
Kind is he to her as he scoops into a bucket measuring precisely
Casted are his piteous passions in sunstruck warm sands
Gently shaping and capturing her likeness, she is in skilled hands
Stooping over chin to knee he bares bronze shoulders glimmering
Her features delicate, her hair etched in his mind flowing, shimmering
An energy is sensed as sand and water caress through his fingers
Behold if only Aphrodite answers his prayer, he pauses and lingers
Recollection clears a birth, breath of life be given this inanimate object
A saintly face faintly appears, he’s fallen in love with his imminent project
Sculpting feminine curves slowly surfacing, an hourglass figure shaped
An alluring amazon controls his very soul, an apotheosis angel draped
Belief in a statue which comes to life, vehemently pangs the phenomenon
Alas the last touches fini, fervently he unveils his seaside Pygmalion
And without further ado, emerging from the ivory sand, he prizes
An obsession his idée fixe at the edge of the pier, a sand goddess arises
We met on a blind date oh so many years ago
You wanted to get to know me I said lets take it slow
But one thing lead to another and we enjoyed a night of sin
We ended up making love all the night ...
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin
10th January 2016
"I have dug my way out the ground with palm and fist many times- my whole life has been one burial after another; I will find my way out of you just fine."
--rupi kaur
no one will steal my dignity...
nothing can break my walls-
I've learned that being with
you strengthens my
determination to let go-
tediousness leaves unbelievable
destruction-
destruction left when I walked away....
Fictional Write
November 7, 2016
The sun slit his wrists
Murderess Moon just watches
I bet she did it
Red Lanterns
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
They swing in the breeze, they dance and then freeze,
Red glistening balls say cheese, play yo yo and tease.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
The butterflies flutter in, the bees swarm in,
Their honey they churn in, their lips sugared in
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
Arched rainbows above them, midnight stars cover them,
Spring season blossoms them, summers in hands toss them.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
Poets are inspired to verbalize, lovers flock to romanticize
Children fly through to chastize, their pets follow to energize,
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
Coronated princesses in dreams become temptresses,
Songbirds in high spiritedness transform it all into seductiveness.
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
Red lanterns hang where green orchards glow.
April 18, 2016
For Julia Ward
A First Line Prompt
Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled with messy cargo.
your brilliance is
indestructible-
your resilience
impenetrable-
faith brings unyielding
courage-
stay radiant...
December 18, 2016
I Hear The Call Of The Wild
I hear the call of the wild.
Once again gear on my journey
Through the dark dense jungles.
Exploring the flora and fauna
In the wilderness of the parks
Of the nations densest grounds.
My bones do ache with
Unwanted long peaceful rests.
Families at times a burdensome affair.
The heart remains buried under
Cumbersome affairs.
A life of freedom with the wild
Ensnaring and escaping
From getting ensnared.
Life with roughest and crudest
Challenges to exploit.
An itching foot to traverse
The untrodden dangers
Of the virgin forests.
I the master of my life
The power in my fist
The earth under my foot.
I hear the call of the wild
No strain no restrain.
Balveen Cheema
October 19, 2015
Contest: Triple Prompt-Hear The Calling
Contest:Casarah Nance
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
He feasted his eyes on her huge boobies on show
These were the fruits he most wanted to pluck
He was tempted but didn’t want to chance his luck
She looked him up and down and said ‘don’t even try’
Or I’ll punch you you moron right in the eye
5th April 2016
Quote Prompt:
"How is it so easy for you to be kind to people?" he asked...
Milk and honey dripped from my lips and I answered,
"cause people have not been kind to me."
-rupi kaur
I've been swept into the depths of hell and back-
seen sights of cruelness beyond life's recognition,
and yet-
here I stand tasting life, as sweet as honey-
mercilessness creates virtuous benevolence...
November 1, 2016
Rendezvous
Shopping in the arcade their eyes met
For long they magnetically froze
White silver haired with bags in hand
They slowly moved forward with guarded steps
Their hands became weak as their bags slipped
Hugging and crying over the years gone by
Remembering their silent love decades ago
Of their escape from the concentration camp
And how war played foul and changed their lives
They were to meet at the cafe in the twilight hour
But their rendezvous was burnt down and area guarded
They went their different ways to save their families
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin
January 30, 2016
Contest : A Last Line Prompt
Sponsor: Julia Ward
immersed in bondage she's
masqueraded by fear-
absorbed in blindness she's
wrapped up in dismay-
no light to reveal her insight,
but obscurity to feed her insecurity,
hopeless...
she awaits for someone to unveil her.
December 18, 2016
exotic plumage
adorning expensive hats—
chicks
© February 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
http://www.endangeredspecieshandbook.org/legislation_lacey.php
"You must have known you were wrong when your fingers dipped inside me searching for honey that would not come for you."
-rupi kaur
searching endlessly for sweetness
you crowded my reasons for letting you go-
sudden heartbreak leaves no room for
sugarcoated delicacies.
-my flavorless goodbyes...
Fictional Write- I love my hubby :)
November 3, 2016
“I can’t be what you want me to be
my heart can’t follow your rules
I am born free with my opinion
and I am not perfect like others
but I am glad, I have the zest
to strive for excellence and in life
achieve my goals that I dream of…..”
Dec 16, 2016.
Quote Prompt II - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo