A Triolet poem
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain
endorphins stick around for days
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
stimulating feel good pathways
shifting mood to a higher plain
Laughter cradles when sadness weighs
A good belly roll brings oxygen to the brain
Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to read Sidelined Sadness.
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A Cameo Poem
throw it
wait, it comes right back
physics and shape aid its return
near or far
it rides the wind and flows back in
back into your palm it rests
magic
Return or Boomerang is a cameo poem. It is written in response to the W3 weekly challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read my first try at a cameo poem. 💕🙏🏽
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Standing quietly, alone
No one in sight, solo
Commanding stance over seas
Views of water for miles
Alone, until people drift by
To and fro, ebbing with the tides
Suddenly you are called upon
Memory jarred that your light is shining
Light that draws them near, curious
Wonderment in their eyes as they pause
Pause, hesitant to ask
How do you do it?
Ask, how do you continue to shine light
All while being alone, present
Day in and out, rain, fog and clouds
Hovering over your crown of light
Difficult task that takes patience
Being constant no matter what comes
Knowing that light is a powerful force
Drawing people into a place of safety
Sound the alarm only when danger lurks
Silent, stationary even when water murks
Pulsating light comes with many perks
Structure standing tall and firm
Navigating shores, signaling when to turn
Horizons of Light was written for the W3 weekly challenge. Unfortunately, I missed the submission deadline. The challenge was to be a lighthouse. You can choose to be a literal, metaphorical, delusional, illusory or false lighthouse.
The piece I wrote is from a metaphorical standpoint.
Standing quietly but not lonely. Drawing people in with your inner light. Just when you think that people do not see you or know you are there, it strikes you. Yes, they see me. It’s like the saying, ‘being seen and not heard’.
Only speaking and/or making noise when necessary. A lighthouse that is like a quiet force. Still standing even when the heavy tides of life roll in.
Thank you for reading Horizons of Light. 💕
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motherhood grows the heart and the mind
birthing a love like no other
do I deserve this bundle
a blessing to behold
small eyes so bright, pure
her smile, her laugh
so tender
loving
sweet
To Be Called Mom is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read. 🙏🏽💛
indigo azure
horizontal strokes curving
injecting mystique
draws us in wonder
what lies beneath is unknown
Cool Shades of Cobalt and Cerulean is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. We are to write an ekphrastic poem. The challenge this week is to let the colors and brush strokes inspire our words, rather than to write about what is in the painting.
The art in this piece is by an unknown artist. It is the top half of an old calendar that I cut out and placed in a clear frame. The colors are very calming placed in a mysterious scene in the background. The work looks similar to art by Hwang Young-Sung, but I cannot confirm. If anyone knows who the artist is I would love to know too.
Thank you for reading🙏🏽💕
A Shadorma
you're up next
smiling and sweating
is this real
on the mic
speaking word my thighs trembling
snap, snap my smile grew
I knew then
I can't mess this up
ankles weak
lights blinding
just who do I think I am
calm down, you got this
Thank you for reading my poem, Fighting the Feeling; Stage Fright. It is a Shadorma written for the W3 prompt. 🙏🏽💖 This is the first time writing this poem style. I’m not sure if it is right, but I enjoyed it!
Speaking in front of a crowd can be a scary thing. The physical things that you feel standing up there. It’s amazing how the body responds and the thoughts that run through your mind. The inner ‘prep talk’ is what helped me get through the recital of Until That Day.
The dawn’s early light
Tells of a downward plight
Or the perilous fight
Nearly fifty percent
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Depraved of housing
A basic human need
Nearly fifty percent
Work for mere cents
Either part time or full time
Heavy bombs on descent
Unhoused, homeless, no roof
Paycheck in hand is no proof
Proof of simple liberties
Nearly fifty percent
Show up every day to work
With income, not enough
To secure a dwelling
Prices ever going up
Nearly fifty percent
No place to call home
Across the U S of A
Shall free men stand
Be free in this land?
In God we trust
Always a must
Walk by faith
But not by sight
Nearly fifty percent
Not of unemployment
But homelessness
Nearly fifty percent
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A Triolet
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Umbrella canopy keeps us from drifting apart
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Strength for each other, our counterpart
Guard the covenant, our union will reassure
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Redwoods and Infinity Covenants was written in response to the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for stopping by to read💞
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*Poem revised on 3/12/26*
A Diamante
Bengal
Striped Tiger
Hunting Camouflaging Roaring
Fierce Majestic Playful Energetic
Running Fetching Barking
Spotted Canine
Dalmatian
Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽💖
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Thank you for taking time to read my poem. I appreciate all of you who come here to read and comment.
First, I would like to thank Christine and David. Christine, thank you for the nomination to be PoW. David, thank you for your time and effort in organizing and bringing us the W3 poetry prompts each week.
This is a first for me (pun intended) 😊. Hosting a poetry prompt, I am humbled. I hope you all enjoy and I am excited to read the responses. Have fun creating!
An echo poem
It all began with a glance
glance
A quick look that had me in a trance
trance
Butterflies in my stomach do a dance
dance
Not like the two-step but the Harlem shake
shake
My first adolescent crush
crush
Had my face all flushed
flushed
Suddenly cheeks turn beet red like blush
blush
Ah this puppy love, what a rush
rush
Holding hands at summer camp
camp
Eyes light up bright, like a lamp
lamp
Sweat beads on my forehead, damp
damp
Oh, I wonder if he thinks I’m a tramp
tramp
Only one thing is for sure
sure
Summer camp is nothing but pure
pure
Hot fun in the lush green land
land
One must experience it to understand
understand?
Answer me this
Bring awareness to the
Complex idea about love
Does it happen organically
Exempt from conditions
Free of judgments
Gratuitous just for its existence
Hopeful for its longevity
Imagine finding lasting love
Just once is enough
Knowing some may never have
Love is like a cup of tea
Making the heart feel warmth
Needing no validation from others
Only building excitement for
Pleasure purpose and peace
Quick to turn away opposition
Releasing any and all doubt
Soothing the body mind and soul
Tension leaving with each tantalizing touch
Unleashing stress from the day
Vanquishing control with each caress
Wishing the best for all
Xenodochial by nature
Yearning for that feeling
Zen is the ultimate goal
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem. Love is Like a Kaleidoscope was written in response to the W3 Prompt for this week.
I hope I followed the rules for the prompt. Apologies, if I missed the mark. It was a lot of fun writing this one. Enjoy!
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A haiku
Melting icicles
Turning fluid with sunshine
Liquid ’til next freeze
Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read Thawing Sunshine💞
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A Tanka
Thoughts invade my mind
Trying to sleep, I count sheep
One, two, three, four, five
Doze off for thirty minutes
Beep, beep alarm clock goes off
A related post titled, Better Sleep for Increased Productivity can be found here. I wrote this back in March 2024. It is a helpful addition to the poem about insomnia that reflects the importance of sleep.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poem, Held Hostage by Insomnia. 💞🙏🏽
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closets overflow
shoes, dresses and jewelry
must haves, impulse buys
space is tight, what can I do
make room for new trends, donate
The challenge this week for Tanka Tuesday is to focus on cleansing/purification. The poem I wrote looks at cleansing from a spatial standpoint. I used this definition as my guide to shape the poem for this week-to rid of something seen as unpleasant, unwanted or defiling.
Cleansing by way of removing clutter is wonderful. Donating all those things no longer needed or wanted, gives those items utility. A second life, if you will. Someone else can enjoy the items rather than throwing them away. Spatial freedom makes way for clarity.
Thank you, Yvette for the prompt this week. Also, thank you to all for stopping by to read. Stay well and be blessed💞
An Etheree
Love
Gives the
Courage to
Hope and instills
Passion to enjoy
Embody, realize
Happiness when it shows up
In your life, it is not luck that
Money flows your way, sheer fruit of efforts
The poem Essentials of Humanity was written for the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for taking the time to read.🙏🏽💞