Short poems

Anyone keen on doing some poetry? I’m finding it hard to get started, so here is list of prompts to choose from. Be my guest, join in and grab a prompt.

 Life          Harrowing      Near
 Death         Watermelon     Freezing
 Love          Left           Right
 Loss          Perfect        Window
 Grief         Sorrow         Next
 Sadness       Pain           Healing
 Friendship    Fear           Happiness
 Hope          Dazzling       Blind
 Joy           Radiant        Shining
 Peace         Beauty         Anaphylactic

It makes an unusual poem in itself, with “near death watermelon freezing love…”

1. Okay. Throwing some words together to start with, to see what they do…

Getting angry stops me
going into anaphylactic

Harrowing fear
Perfect loss

Dazzling joy
of friendship
detained until further investigation.

my grief –
by you.

Sorrow, the painful companion
strokes my heart
cools my head with sudden tears

2. Maybe try some shorter versions…

Life, the ineffable, unfathomable, ever-present, unspeakable beauty

Death, the sudden companion on a dark night, probing indiscreetly, and snatching away in an instant.

Love, the salt in my food, not in my wound.

Grief, locked door to hidden sorrows, masked by pain

Friendship, the doorway to hope, a hand to hold, while leaping across an abyss

Beauty, the silent wonder, ethereal grace, of a world beyond

Give me the key, the salt, and immerse me in what lays beyond.

3. With a rhyme this time…

Harrowing near death experience

brought watermelon tears to my eyes

What a surprise

Freezing love left quickly

before the warmth could melt a broken heart

into a puddle of tears

4. Can the rhyme / it’s time / to stop.




Thoughtful response to another reminder to beware, after hearing of one more fake suicide.

single crystalline white petal
unfolds the truth
glows inside a white fire
diamond heart which shatters
with your pure voice.


Lie to me
Tell me the truth
Leave me
I see you
You need me
I know you
Say I love you
Walk away, no goodbye.


I (don't) believe in you
You are (no) different
So (dis)honest
You love me (not)
My mind is (never) made up
Truth is (un)real


My hands shook my knees too
My eyes darted, where to?
Hide or run away, there is no place
like Here to Stay, Stand Firm.


MIA said Do You Care?
SAD replied No.
And yet too much.


Not Test.


Sue Is Siding with Loveless
Life is Scorning Sue
The thing to do?


Depression damp and heavy
my mind rusts to the truth
which used to be sharp
Poison Tipped Shiny Dagger
in your hands.


Closed doors bar my mind entry
into the Night before
The hinges rust off and I am free
to see inside it is not pretty 


The cloak of anonymity discarded
for the secret of being me.


A mind sparkles, aflame and aflare
Brightening the night, with blinding glare
Eyes close in peace
Not one missed jigsaw piece


Your mind has encompassed the world
and lazily traverses it 100 times a day
while plodders stumble and toil
on their own soil


In dark hours your voice is a strong lifeline of presence
While shivering your words shelter me
A fire ignites in my heart


don't worry I'm still here no suicide note I see you care
and yet it's all a dream because I do not believe you know me


The aching need to find the truth of who cares at all,
who cares the most, deeply strangles my red raw throat,
I die, you cry


Adoring fans won't admit the betrayal
True friends growl and turn away
Inside my fishbowl
Silently watch
Cold watery truth


home calls
urgent incessant nagging
tugging at my heartstrings
pulling at my conscience
meowing at the window
Open the door!


Pick up a book
chew on a pen
throw down a thought
chew it again

The maid, the mistress, the mattress, the missus

His youthful bride
is now as common
as the toilet seat
Complete with ups and downs

He is fed up
with wiping under the rim

Sterile gloves rolled carefully
on upright fingers
he preps himself
With cheap bubbly smile

Outside, he braces himself
as turbid sky reflects a feral gaze
through smeared hotel room window

He blinks twice
as it crosses his inflamed mind
how many guests tramped in before him
He lies on faded bedspread
and sinks heavily
lost spring
of an aging mattress.

She’s seen better days.
And stolen honey
on moonless nights.

Heaving an impotent sigh
he thrusts out ungloved hand
Straightens his cover roughly
A cursory gesture.

Presses a crumpled dirty note
into the maid’s waiting plump hand
She stuffs her shallow reward
down a gaping pocket
and moistens her lips
Dampness appears
on her torrid brow.

As she exerts herself
to rhythmically churn
her mop through turgid grey water
Stinking of disinfectant.

A young widow rocks in her fireside chair
watery eyes fixed on starry night
outside her transparent window

He produces a smile
and plants his foot firmly
inside the door
Leaving soiled boots, discarded,
lying brazenly
in the fresh winter chill of the porch


In response to Rack and Smile’s reblogged post, “Always A Mistress, Never a Mrs,” reviewed by Opinionated Man at HarsH ReaLity

Feeling two different ways

…about the same situation.

Using alliteration, assonance, consonance, euphony and cacophony as described at Fight to Write! (Thanks Ace!)

initial ideas…

  • death of an abuser
  • death of an incestuous family member
  • death by suicide

Grief stroked her hair
laid her down and covered her face
with kisses
cold comfort
Cry out and wail
sob and flail
useless hands
sweet breath of relief
fears release
sharp pain, anguish, despair
Crunching up the gravel path
stony stare

Open wound bare
Tended with care
Love lives where fear fled

Dread departed
We gather to forget-
see you again.

Love you to death


to be with you.


I have been crying over the picture of the Last Embrace of the couple in Bangladesh.

It has stirred something very deep within me.

Combined with the story by OM where the dying woman pushes the man away to try to save him from also being crushed, and yet he won’t go.  And dies with her.

Their love shines an inspiration around the world, and through time.