Tag Archives: rhyming

Without Ceasing

What sacrifices have you made in life? What sacrifices have I made in life? I wasn’t sure how to answer this question.  When words escape me, I use rhymes to bring clarity. Here is a poet’s twist on today’s prompt. The sacrifices of a mother never change. They only transform with each passing age. OneContinue reading “Without Ceasing”

False Stories

This world brings worries and often false stories. You can’t believe the mediaor even wikipedia. A constant overload of information to keep us in a state of confusion. The content taught in schoolsare made to create fools. The truth hidden away only accessed by who they say. The elite control every aspectbut they lack empathyContinue reading “False Stories”

Porridge

There once was a boy named Georgewho hated eating porridge. He would a yuck and yack cough and hack all before his tongue even knewif it truly tasted like shoes His mother’s brow gave him a scowl and said a little taste will do.If he gave it a chance he might like it too. TheContinue reading “Porridge”

9-5 Time clock

I clock in and I clock out I drive the same route The steps I take The moves I make The same routine, habitual and mundane.Sunshine or rainAll to sustain I sacrifice my time in comparison to a dime. Minutes ticking away. Moment passing away. Each second I miss I can’t reminisce  I have toContinue reading “9-5 Time clock”

Single Beat of a Drum

My poems tend to have a single tone. Like water meeting a stone. Or the ring of a phone. Maybe at some point a new rhythm will begin.Until then I’ll just follow my pen and ride it till the end. Because truthfully, I don’t know what to do to find a new tune.Maybe all thisContinue reading “Single Beat of a Drum”

I Am Always Watching

I sit in the corner and watch it all,you won’t believe the things I’ve saw. I watched you eat and watched you play.I have even heard the things you say. I know when you shower or brush your teeth.Or when you’re happy beyond belief. I attend every celebration I am present during special occasions. IContinue reading “I Am Always Watching”

While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.

What is a mistake other than a lesson to be learned?Not a memory that needs to burn. I can look backand a lot of time I was off track mostly because of the knowledge I lacked. It’s okay to backslide,as long as you find the right path in time. But time is a tricky thingContinue reading “While He tells us many promises. Tomorrow isn’t one of them.”

The Weight of Tears

What tears weigh the heaviest would you say?Is that the tears of sadness or from bygone days? Would it be the weeping of destruction and war? Or the wants of the days before? Is it the tears of loss and grief?Or the wails of disbelief? Maybe it is the tears of abuse, always left withContinue reading “The Weight of Tears”