#writerscreedprompt

[write-as-rains]

Deja Vu

This uncanny mountain

that is constantly climbed

& tumbled down

weathers.

Leaving in its absence

a haunted dream

mirrored and unyielding

to each escaping echo-

[therebepoems]

Passing strangers,

When you look or stare at me

I see fragments of your life in your eyes...

Bright or dimmed,

You either frighten me,

Or make me wonder if we could have been friends...

Or lovers.

There is so much I do not know.

You are like a book I'll never get to read..

And I love reading.

Alex Delorme

Promt: "Passing Strangers" from @writerscreed

[abrighterspark]

she left me breathless on a monday morn,

dusted with daydreams across a silver dawn

for like poets, she lives in the shimmers of night

and she sighs at the sight of the soft morning light

but her face is too calm and her eyes are too wise

for that certain uncertainty that poet implies

[small-town--r]

@sparkandashes

Merry Christmas

I don't know you

But I wish you

Peace

Love

And happiness

all the days of your life.

You mater, your beautiful, your enough.

May the stars twinkle in your eyes

May the moon shine upon your being.

Remember always how blessed you are.

Never take life forgranted.

Peace love and laughter

R.A.

@sparkandashes

from secret Santa

[infinite-cacophony]

Starry night

To love

To hate

 -

To feel nothing

But the fear of what is to come

 -

The fear of what was

Dominates that which will be

 -

Anticipation reigns supreme

In the moment and in the night

 -

As the stars shine down on mortals below

We dream of the loves of the past

-

Locked in pain whishing for what was

Where murky joy reigns supreme

 -

And love dances with hate

Under the starry sky and we wake.

[cymitri]

shades pulled - sheltering out the night

wine poured - filling the nothingness

silence echoing off the solitude

an upward glance - a hallowed square

a string beckons

the slightest pull - a rickety stair

step by step - into the void

darkness parts 

grainy films unfurl cascading memories

hands out of time - grasping for light

the air thickens - anguish abounds 

screaming for release 

from out of the attic - crashing to the floor

time clears and moments pass - an upward glance

naught but the ceiling remains 

[mariposaheart]

"Anonymous Apology"

Letter written in tearful sorrow

Apologetic lines of a life borrowed

Barely sure how to smile and let go

Of the wounded child filled with woe

A misappropriation of life's cargo

Preventing one's own cup to overflow

[poetryspillingforth]

I'm sorry (Prompt: Philospical Decay)

You're supposed to be enough, but you're not. I don't know if you'd choose me over someone else; you just love it everyone and what priority can I claim? I can't laugh with you. I can only ask for obscure answers and hope your dreams align with mine. I'm lost without you and I know I love you, yet I get lost in your love how can I ask you anything? You're not the same as him, not the same as hushed giggles sneaking into the dead of night (I still miss you, c). I am still searching even when I know you'll reveal everything when you want. You are so much more but so much less than even a friend. I can't understand you, I just love you anyway and it's shredding me apart. I need you to forsake yourself or forsake me even when you've already chosen. You brought colour into my life but now I can't tell where you rest in this vice-filled Earth. How can I live with only you if I can't quite be fully honest?

Again I am hiding.

[words-for-wishes]

restitution

your congregants, they’re breaking free your people, they abandon you into your mental cold you couldn’t hold them with your clever words you couldn’t make them feel the need

the philosophical decay of endless choruses the holiness depletes until you’re left with what you didn’t wanna say and I am stretching out, I am listening to everyone else

are you embarrassed? are you scared of me? do you remember what you used to be?

wisteria grows around your neck and bristlecone pine makes a nest for your decay and your exhaustion as you come to believe that you can be destroyed

you’re far too late to do anything about it I hope you know that you can’t do anything about it

are you embarrassed? are you scared of me? do you remember what you used to be?

silver-tongued preacher, oh you won’t pay the piper for long smooth-bodied criminal who never did anything wrong why don’t you tell me where your money comes from? why don’t you tell me where your heart really belongs?

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

What gets you up in the morning

What gets you up

i'll tell you

it's only habit

it's only dumb repetition

drags you from your warm

comfy prison

and sure

there may be some other things

the waking brings

often involving the

alarm clock rings

next though

what keeps you up

what fence erects

round that bed you left

if it's still habit then

keeping you from

your snug warm den

then perhaps its time

to think again

[intothewildflowers]

the curl of a hand.

a wave goodbye

crashing on shore

sweeping itself back to sea.

there are days i forget

how much i miss you.

it comes and goes,

ebb, flow.

the days i remember

are always the hardest.

so i’ll sit hear with heavy lungs

hoping the exhale of the tide

will take the memories back.

[write-as-rains]

When the aperture only lets in

enough light to cast shadows

where is the meaning

unless we make it?

[therebepoems]

Chase the lightning

Side by side

Raise your eyes to meet its sky

And if you look away now

The skies will cry

See the flashes

Hear the sighs

Alex Delorme

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@writerscreed prompt "Chase The Lightning"

[titustheandroid]

[small-town--r]

Carousel Words

Thoughts as a rotating carousel.

Round and round leading nowhere.

Stumbling over words to be written.

Lost terms trying to find their way

in the dark, seeking a route to follow.

Lusterless and vague.

No light shines, not even dimly.

Wandering about, arranged destination unknown.

No sequence to follow void of certainty.

A word whirlwind spun out of control.

Waves tossed in the ocean declared invalidate.

As rides do spin in the amusement park.

Seems as if terms have jumped on the conveyer belt of

Carousel Words

R.A.

[yesthereisnoexplination]

Her touch sounds like a million car alarms behind my eyes all silenced at once

Her touch sounds like the first cresting wave that you sense long before you see the calming waters

Her touch sounds like the calm a conductor brings as he raises his baton to his orchestra

Her touch sounds like silence, in a head to use to hearing everything yet nothing

Her touch sounds like safety