Today’s Promptober attempts to explore grief in its least painful stage, when the pain didn’t touch our senses the way it used to on those first few days and months of mourning; but still we are burning with hope that someday when we die, by some stroke of cosmic force, we are bound to be together again once and for all.
The first piece of Promptober is here! The writing prompts given for this particular poem were sun, healing, and ocean. Let’s see how this turned out. Come join me in this month-long poetry writing project and let me know what you think!
I want to fill the spaces in between, Don’t think of me in the morning,When the earth is kissed by… Read more Poetry | In Between
I hunger for innocence – simpler times, When nothing and no one hurts me except a scrape on my kneeFrom… Read more Poetry | Innocence
Words are a dagger,one that holds its own unimaginable power,once thrown out in the worldsomeone has already been stabbed,the damage… Read more Poetry | Words are a Dagger
I awoke from a dream loaded with a deep sense of urgency and defeat both coinsiding in my guts, the… Read more Poetry | Four Walls
I cannot run away with you for I am a Molave tree with strengthened roots underneath, as my leaves dance… Read more Poetry | I Cannot Run Away With You
On a February nightThe cold and crisp December airStill blowing through my hair,You called out my nameI looked up,An embarrassed… Read more Poetry | Smoke In Your Eyes
the guilt in which it puts me in its voice echoes a child’s lullaby points me deeper in the woods,… Read more Poetry | Imitation of the Other
On the hardwood floor you were A sharp riddle unsolved I snapped a picture Crucified, on the walls of my… Read more Poetry | Wolf Cryer
In the waters of river, a pair of eyes surfaced, all together dreaming, yearning, angry and loving, it looked me… Read more Poetry | Waters
Could you tell truth from a lie if I said you are the greatest piece of art humanity ever created?… Read more 2/_8
have I found my Muse? on that mid-day of march where the chaos of the city met the calm of… Read more Poetry | Have I Found My Muse?
There’s a marriage between a ‘goer and an art in a museum. Unseen, inaudible, heaving with dust in the air.… Read more Poetry | AHB//JCM
Only when I step back and look at the entire picture of the puzzle pieces I clipped into place did… Read more Poetry | Strangers