NaPoWriMo Day 4: Cusp

it seems like the world’s on the cusp
of all things dark and cruel
where the lights are slowly going out
where suddenly, there are no rules

where hatred gets first billing
and greed comes a close second,
where kindness hides in the shadows
where no sanctuary can beckon

the maligned ones to come to –
for they’ll be among the first to go
along with the poor and the weak,
where to? I don’t yet know.

but for the hope that lies inside me,
I pray the light will go on,
I hope you’ll keep it alight
until the last of us is gone.

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Prudent

she’d always been the prudent one,
the girl who played by the rules
until He set a game for them,
far from what she’d always known
to be good.

But she knew when to walk away
and when to stay calm,
and on nights when He’d let
his demons out, she knew better
than to run.

For wasn’t that how love was?
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough?
But never too much that she’d
fear His touch; He was more
than enough.

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Hope

I used to believe
that the world was kind,
that underneath all our trappings,
we’re all of one heart
and mind.

But as each day goes by,
I cannot help but see
that the things I believe in
are becoming harder
to find.

Kindness, love, acceptance…
sometimes I find myself wondering
where have they all gone?
When the day is over, are we
really alone?

But within the fringes,
I see it, this glimmer they call hope.
Maybe one day, you and I will find it
and we’ll learn to do more
than just cope.

NaPoWriMo Day 1: Later

Later,
you tell me,
he will come
the love I’ve been
waiting for
the man my heart
will call
“the one”
until the day comes
when he’ll betray me
for he’s as fallible
as all the rest,
for even hearts
are wrong sometimes –
they don’t always know
what’s best.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

NaPoWriMo Day 2: Stray

Bathed in the remains of the day
she lays quietly, undisturbed
ruminating on the life we’ve lived so far
wondering what awaits us in this world

so many questions,
so many lies
as she seeks for answers
from behind my eyes

so she lays quietly like she always does
capturing the last of the sun’s rays,
pondering the future that lies ahead of us
till she closes her eyes, and lets her dreams stray

NaPoWriMo Day 1: Lune

No April Fools’ here!  Why? Because it’s National Poetry Writing Month and the first prompt is to write a lune.  Similar to a haiku which is a 3-line poem with a 5-7-5 syllable count, a lune is a 3-line poem with a 5-3-5 syllable pattern.  So, here goes!


Outside my window,
a rose blooms
in the morning sun

so sweet and precious,
it’s beauty
a rival to none

till the days go by,
pink petals
falling, then it’s gone.

Napowrimo

Mine – 28

you think me beautiful
you think me perfect
you see through the many masks
i wear
you see through every regret

you see through us
you see through the lies
you hear the words I dare
not say
you hear my cries

you feel my pain
you feel my desire
you know exactly how to make
things right
you know how to play with fire

 

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*This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine