Purple smells like lilacs
and lavender
and grapes
it is the color of the sky
on a warm summer night
lit by the first sprinkling of stars
It tastes like plums
warm off the tree
with the scabs and marks of life
kissing the skin
Purple is the color
of love
of my children
held close to my heart
<< AllPoetry prompt for contest was no more than 15 lines on your favorite color>>
I thought of you today
Did you feel
The brush
Of my thoughts
On your heart
I closed my eyes
And said a little prayer
— who am I kidding
— I prayed with my whole heart
Though words are stuck
And thoughts fill with pain
I send
Silent support
And continue
To hug with my heart
Shh, be very quiet
put on this tinfoil hat
I’ll wear mine
then we can talk
telepathically
Can you hear me
how about now
let me turn my head
and lift my left foot
Yeah, me too.
I know,
no one understands
watch out for that limb
the one on the left
yeah on the golden eechum tree
the gung gungs are watching
don’t let them see you
hide behind that chumino over there
whew
they are gone
okay, Steve
come on, lets go
and weave our way
through the unicorns
and the lamagoats
I’ll race you
to the pool
of everlasting dreams
<< AllPoetry prompt was Insanity>>
I walk the halls
haunted by
the echoing footfalls
of many famous men
I walk the halls
head held high
where few women before
ever dared
to venture
I walk the halls
come walk with me
talk with me
share with me the adventure
I walk the halls
these sacred halls
walk here with pride
not fear
I walk the halls
and no man yet
has chased me from my wandering
the sound of their wisdom echo as
I walk the halls
and think the thoughts
that women before me
could only dream
<< the contest prompt in AllPoetry was feminism>>
Directly from your heart
I hear
the voice
loneliness
fear
insecurity
doubt
and hate
I send to you
Through my heart
mind
soul
That which connects me to you
my thoughts
strength
gentle love and peace
close your eyes
feel my heart
gently
talking to yours
know
that I am here
feel
my hand not quite in yours
yet holding us
forever close
sisters
friends
I see the love you have my dear
in the eyes with which you see
Devotion and understanding there
but are you missing that which is me
Passion and devotion hand in hand
For you my darling is free
But do you understand the love
trapped in my heart for thee
The stars in the sky
shine down from above
and light the passion
fire of our love
Here we sit
anxious
irritated
waiting
getting angry
where IS that waitress
no drinks
no menu
WHAT is this world
coming to
silverware maybe
if you please
oh wait
oh…
what?
sorry dear
honest mistake
I was on the menu
<<< for AllPoetry contest. prompt was I was on the menu. It struck me funny this morning>>>
Small and silver
warm and heavy
hangs around my neck
love hidden within
Reminds me to of what matters
reminds me a hundred times a day
reach up
send prayers
encompassing prayers
loving prayers
I send them
a hundred times a day
know they are there
you are in my heart
my mind
my prayers
and with my prayers
I send
my love to you
in hopes that even
silent and unseen
it will wrap
all
in warm and gentle hugs.
Hate is bitter
and cold
tastes like bile
vodka
cherry chocolate chip ice cream
and raw pasta
crunched between
teeth
spitting lies
chewing sweet grass
the poison
the apple
seeps within
without
withering everything it touches
Hate
is beautiful
and artificial and
as biting cold
International Falls in January
The emptiness of the soul
Hate
pushes everything away
and destroys
everything in its path
Fight the urge
to dwell
in the darkest
coldest
and loneliest of places
reach out
to yourself
and find
peace
Once upon a midnight dreary
… no no no
Between the dark and the daylight…
… no no no
Do not go gentle…
… no no no
Beside the footsteps
of the famous
of the wise
of the great
We walk
I struggle to find
my courage
my confidence
my voice
one great song
Here I sit, alone in the darkness
words dancing
words fencing
words making walls… and breaking walls
in my brain
Hear my song
listen to the quiet
listen to the dance
listen to the wisdom
that comes from the ages, not from me.
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