writers island prompt

second chance

you give
so freely
of your love,
and get nothing
in return.

you forgive
the many sins
i've committed--
with love,
and grace,
and truth.

i deserve
so little,
and get
so much--
strength
and hope.
your love
is not conditional.

your heart
completes mine.
together, we
will make it,
through, this
life-- together.

Read, Write Poem prompt

sorrow

the day the sky was gray
my heart stopped beating
no longer would I have
control over my thoughts
the day the sky was gray

the day the sky was gray
the song stopped playing
and the world around us began.
a universe in which
only you and I exist--
the day the sky was gray

the day the sky was gray
our minds became one
our thoughts like the sun
shines on blades of grass
the day the sky was gray

the day the sky was gray
I began to drown
in a river of longing
for a time to be with you
the day the sky was gray

3www writing promp, t-shirt, unravel, punch

this one was kind of hard, i'm really trying to stretch myself.



the world around me
has begun to unravel
into heaps of snow
covered emotions
from a heart only
covered by the thread
of a t-shirt--bare
the seams worn
from the years.
there's blooming
in the distance,
as the warm sun
rises, it will wake
me with a punch
to be alive...again.

Read, Write Poem prompt

An Ode To Hands

big, small
old, young.
each one
has a story
to tell.
they flit
and they flutter,
they talk,
with no words.
lined with
every passing
year, each hand
can a speak a
million voices.
hard and callused
they tell the tale...
of a hard days work.
soft and smooth...
they show the many
pampered days.
each finger has
something to say.
whether ringed,
or tattooed,
painted, or chewed.
through the touch
of a hand, one can
tell a true loves heart.
hands, soft, familiar,
beautiful hands.

3ww writing prompt girlfriend, slight, imagine

i never imagined
losing a girlfriend
could be so painful.
i miss the long emails
the midnight phone calls
laughing at our jokes
even if they weren't funny,
watching movies,
playing games,
reading the same books,
sharing our music.
i felt the end nearing,
even the slight change in
your voice on the phone
told me it was going to end.
why must things change?
life is so short, yet
without you in it,
it seems forever long.

another three word wednesday prompt

as she stood on the bridge
contemplating a life
never fully lived,
she wondered if there
was still hope for her.

would she be able to
turn this mess around,
change her world within.

she was disturbed by this,
that much was true.
but who was at fault for
her mistakes, did she do this
alone. or was there someone
to blame for all of her sadness.
alas, there was
only herself.

magic

she walks
through
the shadows
of her dreams
searching for
a truth,
a meaning
that only
one can give.
will she ever
know the meaning
of it all. the pain,
the undeniable pleasure
in each moment.
how will she find
a way out.
like alice falling
through the
rabbit hole
she searches
for an end,
the light,
something
to bring meaning
to it all. forever
she will wander alone,
helpless making
herself known.
if to noone but herself
she will discover.

3ww writing prompt

the approach
was smooth
like any other night
at the bar,
the sweat dripped
from her bottle
the music blasted
in the background
she glanced timidly
over her shoulder,
it was inevitable
their eyes would lock
the impact would
affect her for eternity
forever they would be
connected, one soul
one heart, divided
alone

3ww writing prompt

i waited with
baited breath
as the words
scattered across the page
waiting for those
three simple words
to be said
will it be
tomorrow
that they come
forever i will
wait for
i love you

Blessed

knowing I am forgiven
and loved,
both emotional
and physical
the smile of a child
the tears of a loved one,
still wet on your cheek
hugs, hugs, and more hugs
faith, all knowing
unconditional, lasting faith
the pounding of a heartbeat
as you lay together
breathing in and out
love, long lasting
unconditional, love
pain, feeling it deep
within your heart
dividing one's soul
knowing when to let go

boredom

sitting at home
on a saturday morning
trying to clear my head
i write a poem
it's not a very good one
but what is one to do
when they're sitting
at home
on a saturday morn'
drinking coffee
listening to music
trying not to think
of days gone by
words not spoken
hearts not broken
it's a tradegy
this is true
but eventually
we will make it
through

the letter

a sealed envelope
words hidden within
telling a story of love
words flow like music
the pages of a letter
saying goodbye to a friend
wondering if we'll meet again
when this life is over.... maybe
our hearts will find each other
and we'll fall back into
our old routine of laughter
and songs and words
the words will find us
hidden within

tears

i can't cry anymore
i hear your song
and my heart hurts
your voice was
once so healing
yet now it hurts
i feel the tears
that burning heat in my face
sometimes you have that affect
the lump in my throat
seizing my voice
pulsing in my veins
my blood rushes
i feel dizzy and light
but i can't cry
it hurts too much
to let go of love
so we change
one little thing
and it becomes a memory
i still feel the pain
but, i can't cry anymore

night

night has fallen
and i am alone
the sadness creeps in
i try to fight it
but i think of you
alone
darkness brings hurt
anger, pain, sorrow
the joy is gone
the time has passed
for us
a new day
has come
to be forgiven
the sun will rise
the clouds will lift
clarity will reign
light

Someday

Someday you’ll be the first love I had
We’ll make memories in the snow
Sit by the fire drinking hot cocoa
We’ll watch old movies in the dark
Laugh and talk all night

We’ll take long walks on the beach
Holding hands , skipping stones
We’ll drive out to the farthest mountain
Just to sit and watch the stars

I’ll wear that old sweatshirt of yours
Just for the sweet, sweet smell of you
We’ll make pancakes in the morning
Read poetry to each other all afternoon

We’ll fight about the toothpaste
We’ll laugh and cry
Make love under the stars
Someday you’ll be the first love I had

When it all ends
We’ll have the memories
I’ll still have that sweatshirt
And you’ll still have the poetry
We’ll never be over, cause
You’ll always be the first love I had