Category: Poetry and Prose

Changeable

Sometimes memories stay anew like pure quartz while other times are like crumbling sand

Desire

The autumn wind combs the sunlight into golden locks

Resting on his heaving chest from a satisfying afternoon nap

Her chestnut eyes crackling in the fire of longing

Such desire, too wild to tame

Are They Really Spare Rooms?

Almost 58,000 families and individuals are waiting for affordable housing in New South Wales, Australia.

They are sleeping in their cars, in their family or friends’ couches or garages, in tents in parks, in cardboard boxes on park benches.

How many vacant properties are there?

How many spare rooms are in our homes?

Reality Hits

Living Poetry prompt – Useless

I don’t ever want you feel sad

But wishful thinking is useless

I don’t even know if you are ok

Now I am no longer in your life

The Colours of Nature

Grass, sky and sand

Are my favourite colours

Wherever I am

Freshly cut grass

Rain washed sky

Sunlit sand

They remind me of home

Far away

But closer than my skin

Rainbow Moods

Violet comforts me with her sympathetic hand

Indigo sinks me into an ocean of sadness

Blue gives me freedoom to rise above

Green guides me towards hope

Yellow brightens evey cell in me

Orange infuses me with ecstatic happiness

Red captivates me with excitement

Warfare

The bashing storm in my head

The accusing finger at my temples

The wisdom of knowing their falsehood

Getting out of bed is a struggle

Facing a new day with a smile is a struggle

Fighting for my identity is a real battle

I am not a disappointment

I am not a half way wonder

I am fiercely and freely living

Love Stays

I remember

You said

We would argue in poetry

The same way

We would show love in poems

All these years

I keep writing

Because

I haven’t stopped

Loving you

Hello Autumn

Yesterday was the hottest day in summer

Like a lover fighting for their relationship

Refusing to breakup

Today is the first day of autumn

Inevitably, unapologetically

Leaving behind the passionate, hot and steamy season

Que sera sera

What does he look like

When will I see him

Where will we meet

How am I gonna react

Why hasn’t he shown up

What if the he is just an illusion

This is written based on The Living Poetry word prompt – Questions.