Day 20 – A Task Poem
A Picture of a Depressed Person The simplest task Will get me tired. The lightest load Seems hard to bear. And it’s the darkest night That only brings me rest. Tasks are overwhelming For the depressed....
View ArticleHave Faith, Day 24
Day 24 A Faith Poem The hardest favour to ask, “Have faith” Blindly, against all hope. “Have faith” Waiting patiently despite all facts. A favour I’m not prepared to do. ©2017, soulmary The post Have...
View ArticleA Flower at Night
### a flower at night drops its head in reverie of warm mother earth (c) 2018, MK My humble haiku was written as a response to this week’s Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #14 – Revise that Haiku. Here is...
View ArticleWordle with no Title
Sunday Whirl 333 – a Wordle without a Title The spy whistled – the still water denied the staccato existence of Colorado rapids. He sat down with a jar of thinner – maybe diluting it would make it...
View ArticleSuperstition and Gravity
The train squeezed listless along the platform, as if a game for happy children: their January holiday, with a completed list of gifts – the sane apathy of parents reluctant to question superstitions....
View ArticleThe Loneliness of a Toddler in a Children’s Corner
Bouncing like erratic balls given to a child to hush his displeasure with his coffee-sipping mother who left him in the nursery Where it doesn’t matter that the place is full of colours, toys and...
View ArticleSick
We’re mostly sick of all the days and nights of empty dreams and hollow clinks and chinks of glasses stupid winks We’re mostly sick and mostly looking for value only if we don’t need to spell it...
View ArticleSunday Whirl #337
Post that missing message already! And never mind the spilled ink that fills the rows with sense or its gentle meandering bend that follows your thoughts. Spin that tale already! It’s a spectacle to...
View ArticleStaircase
Burning while battling up the wind. Often stop. Breathing while sliding down each failing step. Re-living the top. (c) 2018, MK Imaginary Garden with Real Toads of 08 February 2018 – Staircase. I wrote...
View ArticleShoes
so hard to find them comfy and dainty at the same time each life role demands a deformation of your feet to fit it and its shoes. (c) 2018 MK This was written for the Midweek Motif at Poets United,this...
View ArticleSand
Despite the sand which urges down so boundless and careless, so hurting my fingers, I still keep the memory of our sudden madness, The sound of power and The shout of wind Thundering in my ears. I...
View ArticleBefore the Journey Home
I packed and hit the bar My mind sharp on my destination for the day. The pub’s small dog was snarling at a stranger on the street – sharp fangs bare. The stranger raised his arm unconsciously –...
View ArticleThoughts about Poetic Images
### Walking quietly, entirely outside that wretched path, I see some jelly vitamins – they’re made for children, filling up a quirky bottle – all safe for use, and eco-friendly, but looking tired. Just...
View ArticleDay 16 – A Brave Poem
You know how you often look up To people who are brave, Independent And standing all bright and erect? How you often think if you’d ever Be like them? Myriads of youngsters imbibing the Inspiration you...
View ArticleDay 17 – A Broken Poem
“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places.” E. Hemingway, Farewell to Arms I still love the “broken” topic Just as much as you do Only, I try to look less like it...
View ArticleDay 18 – A Toy Poem
Teddy Bear Who doesn’t love them? Who wouldn’t care For a furry, fluffy, cutie bear? All cuddly toys, your bunny most of all Use up their fluff in blotting in the whole Barrel of regrets, complaints,...
View ArticleDay 19 – A Wordle
His Toxic Rub Against our skin Was heaven Although we knew he was a con Yet, we closed our eyes to what Our reason whispered. How he embarrassed us We flushed with shame and we were naked In the...
View ArticleDay 20 – Two for Tuesday
This day’s two for Tuesday is to write a Love poem or an Anti-love poem. I chose to write a poem about my opinion on “anti-love”. Anti-Love I can never speak to you anti-love, girl For love is all that...
View ArticleDay 24 – A Salty Poem
Salty As in tearful But, you know, I’m tired Of writing tears and solemnity In these letters, girl. Salty is like poison Gradually, you will get tired Of isolation So, not rarely it’s fine To go with...
View ArticleDay 25 – A Re-Visit Poem
For today’s poem, we are supposed to take a line from a poem written earlier this month and make it the title of our new poem. I decided to borrow a line from my Day 7 Poem about profession – “Your...
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