#promptpieces

[mildreflections]

Book of Rhymes

Life is like a book of rhymes,

Not easy to decipher.

At times,

You must ruminate twice,

Before you see the answers.

Words and phrases are disguised,

Nothing is as it seems.

You must read between the lines,

To understand what it truly means.

And it doesn’t matter that in a few words,

Your moments and dreams,

Are splayed in full.

Life is like a book of rhymes,

And poetry is always beautiful.

- Mild Reflections

[epiphanies-mindofapoet]

and we drift away into false realities in-between worn out pages, as we relentlessly search for peace in a world of make-believe

@epiphanies-mindofapoet// prompt by @sarahmariepardy : peace

[salparadisewasmyfather]

The thing love does to you is that, when your heart doesn’t feel like beating, there’s another one that beats for you.

N.Brandstaedter

[alostwriter-sy]

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I want to go back

I want to go back To the date When I first saw you And you saw me back I want to go back To the date When we talked for The very first I want to go back To the date When you said to me Those three magical words And to date When I said yes I want to go back To the date When I touched your hand For the first time To the date when we Holding hands Walked miles I want to go back To the date When you showed me your Love for me To the date when I let you fill the empty space I want to go back to the date When seeing each other Will bring smiles and A spark in life I want to go back To the date When I kissed your lips To the date I drank your tears When I shed every curtain In front of you I want to go back to the date When I went out with you and When you watched the movie I kept watching you I didn’t let my eye blink for once I loved watching you more than watching anything else I want to go back to the date When I went out on ride with you While sun following us To the date When we kept hiding ourselves I want to go back to the date When you were in tension you held me tight And let your eyes tell your Emotions I want to go back to The date When being together was Everything we wanted Leaving all the materialistic burdens I want to go back Back Back I cant hold this longer My heart is empty And my eyes pouring water filled With most precious emotions I want to feel all those moments All those emotions I want to go back Back to all those dates Where I can hold you Once more and for longer I will stay there till I get back what’s lost I want to go back Back to those dates Back I want to go back Back.

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[dar816]

I am slowly sinking

into

the side of the sofa

that sighs, and sags

on the left, from the heft,

of my burden, internal;

My heart holds heavy,

and my lungs are tired.

The load,

from my shoulders,

so weighted, it’s a wonder,

I stand upright, still,

but the couch has begun

to cave, and this;

The only external sign

of any weakness.

[cadencerage]

Immortal (Poetry prompt: write a poem without the letter 'e')

His laugh: My spring. His arms: My wings.

My skin, So smooth. This mind Sought truth.

But my words, A sin. My will: A catalyst.

My light, Diminishing. My lips, A culprit.

His wrath, Crimson. This night, It looms.

A blood moon rising: My body writhing. His fists now lightning Striking without rain.

Your lips Drip poison. That laugh Rings hollow.

I drown, I fight. I burn, I soar.

Your mask Is now dust. All tyrants Must fall.

A war. A psalm. My wounds: A story.

My skin, Now ash. But my spirit Still burns.

This mind, It lusts For words, And glory.

Through scars And cuts, My soul: Immortal.

[sassoonery]

at four my baby brother was already a deep ocean though no bigger than a gust of wind

when we were at the shore with mom tanning & dad pretending none of us existed

he owned the earth in which we entrenched our innocent bodies and built a castle of sand

we blindly believed if we dug our moat just so that all roads home would smoothly mend and stretch forever

the higher we packed the sand & the more intricately we constructed windows & stairways, the safer we’d be

in our own home that came down to a castle of glass we tiptoed through hurrying for the doors, headlong into secret woods

–written for @scrappyaarondingle (via @sassoonery)

[who-has-paperwings]

Anger issues

Knuckles are bleeding, Fingers are broken, Demons are crying, Pain in your chest.

You're not succeeding, Words left unspoken, Fells like you're dying, Put you to rest.