remember when we were
a melting pot of soft hearts
open to the young and the old,
man, woman and child;
a brilliant sea of colors and voices
celebrating all as one; not less than.
it is not too late
to heal our broken world
by first making peace with ourself.
~kat – 2 February 2017
(Magnetic Poetry – Poet Kit)
Ribbons of golden sunlight splay
the shades of gray
as glooming clouds
descend like shrouds.
Her chilling kiss of icy mist
denies our bliss;
Chilled to the bone
we rush for home.
But though the day seems dark and cold
Winter grows old.
Her days are few.
Spring plans a coup!
~kat – 3 February 2017
(Minute Poem)
The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff.
The Warrior…
She seeks the beauty to be found at dawn
despite the lingering darkness of the night,
the misty dew-drenched hollows and bird song,
the eastern glow of blossoming sunlight.
That’s not to say she disregards the signs;
the alt-reality of troubled times.
She arms herself with beauty, truth and light
for only a pure heart can win this fight.
~kat – 2 February 2017
(A Rispetto Poem)
…a reminder dear friends to take care of yourself in ways that feed your heart and soul, especially during these dark times for so many. Peace and love. ❤
Some have said that we should get along
Smile in acquiescence to their rants
Give their vain ideologues a chance
After all, we lost and their side won.
But every backward step just feels wrong,
Spinning truth alternatives advance;
Some have said that we should get along
Smile in acquiescence to their rants.
Loyalty is tested to belong
We must follow like blind sycophants
Any soul who dares a counter-stance
Faces rage, as battle lines are drawn
Some have said that we should get along.
~kat – 1 February 2017
(A Rondel Poem)
privileged elites
blow cash on frivolities
pleasing want not need
~ kat – 1 February 2017
For Ronovan Write’s Haiku Challenge, prompt words blow and please.
like mercury colliding... 