Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #202 Fragile & Heartbeat
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Head upon a chest Listening for a heartbeat Fragile, love’s echo ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/05/21/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-202-fragileheartbeat/
The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
The hands are almost at half-past. Will the clock last The hour? A sudden shock Can stop The clock At … And what of that? For clocks Are like flies, One dies But the great tick tock Continues on, Though one is gone.
The asymmetric small dog (or half a job well done…)
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
We all know the saga of Ani’s ablutions, How often I’ve tried, and run out of solutions, When dog into bathtub‘s a futile equation Regardless of bribery, guile or persuasion. A bath was required, I needed an answer, ‘Cause all on my own, I did not want…
here it comes
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Allow the good things Manifest more in your life Be open to it See yourself as receiving Feel the gratitude right now ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge Hurry & Last
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Push not against life Live for the ultimate joy Of experience Learning from al the trials Celebrating the learning ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben https://colleenchesebro.com/2018/05/22/colleens-weekly-tanka-tuesday-poetry-challenge-no-81-hurry-last-synonymsonly/
gracias glass
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Oh, it feels so good That light dancing on my skin It pours over me Thank goodness for the windows Allowing the light entrance ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
NIGHT FALLS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
relatlonship Deactivated vintage blog ? ? Rising from down under. Below our calm waters. Beneath our heavenly paradise. They come to our shore. Dark shadows on the soft breeze. Leaving dead bodies on the sand. Disappearing with the morning light. Until night falls once more. THE DEAD GAME
TRAPPED IN HELL
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
lilipilyspirit Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925 ? The forest grows dark. It has come alive. Wooden arms reach for me. Roots uncurl from the ground. Trees shake and dance to the moans of the wind. Dark shadows follow me. Moonlight teases me.…
SHADES OF RED
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
colorfulgradients colorful gradient 32289 ? Shades of red fall from the sky, They hit the ground in puddles of crimson. Red falls from the darkening sky. It covers the grass with its bright hue. My face burns hot from its touch as blood pumps faster through my heart. The creatures track my desperate…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 