Smile with boldness, smile brave, for nothing shine brighter when a mind is liberated, when it is not a slave
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Shantanu Baruah, ckonfab.com, and afflatuz.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content
I will fight a million fights,
with the raging skies,
Just to bring a smile,
to your tear-filled eyes,
don’t cry…
for your tears can extinguish,
the brightest fires of any night,
and it can stop any heart,
from taking flight,
don’t cry.
poem and image copyright neha 2020
De at dVerse has invited us to write a Quadrille (44 words) using any form of the word stir.
Photo: shutterstock.com
“Sometimes a flame can shrink or waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from the faintest ember to illuminate the darkness, to burn in spite of overwhelming odds.” Karen Hesse.
The ancient hearth had dimmed,
what once was stoked
now barely glowed,
as we arrived
darkness shrouded round,
a question formed my mind,
to stir or not to stir,
the western light fading fast,
so I spirited the coals,
breath erupting sparks
of hope.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Hush of loneliness
the silence in my heart
lost beats
wandering
looking for you
in all the places
that used to be ours
calling your name
hoping somewhere
somehow
you will answer
once again
*
©MidwestFantasy
March 2020
Ph-Envato Elements
(Written for Tuesday Writing Prompt at The GoDogGo Cafe. Check it out and join us!
Take a cup of patience
Stir it with respect
Add a dash of wit
And a pinch of praise
No grilling or [pry]ing
Season with the spice of life
Top with love and kindness
And you’re all set—
Serve with the warmth of sunshine.
In response to dVerse’s Quadrille: Poems Stirred, Not Shaken hosted by De who asks us to stir up a poem of exactly 44 words inspired by the word “stir.”Head over here to join the prompt!
When approaching mountains
They appear bigger
When coming closer towards our own shortcomings
They also appear like mountains…
There are many mountains in us
We do not see yet
Approaching ourselves
Will bring them to light
Process of becoming conscious…
DidiArtist, 12.05.2017
On days like this when the wind is chill and the sun seldom peeks through the clouds, I wrap myself in a shabby cotton sweater. I am a butterfly in a blue cocoon, safe from the world and harm.
It’s an odd looking sweater, with snaps as opposed to buttons, and has always been misshapen, a loose mess. I bought it years ago, off a Macy’s sale rack for next to nothing. It’s lightweight and not very warm, but for some reason its scent brings to mind that of an old friend hugging me. There are random holes in it from snagging it on a rose bush or the huge thorns on the lemon tree, yet I cannot part with it.
When I need solace, I go in search of the sweater. Because it is so old I tend to throw it off when the temperatures rise, leaving it in…
View original post 29 more words
Words from the Heart
The Reluctant Poet 