National Poetry Month – Week 2

Laptop and grassy field

Poetry month continues, so here are some more Twitter poems from prompts.

Enjoy!

~ Effy

Twitter Prompt Poetry

If I falter
Pick me up.
If I wander
Bring me back.
But never will I
Forget my promise.
#MadVerse

Orange, yellow, red,
Flames burn away
My fears
As the fire of
Our passion
Consumes me.
#WrittenRiver

A heart with no scars
Is a heart that never knew love.
No one escapes unscathed.
#HomoAquarius

The secret life of dragons
Leads one to realize
The depths of their emotion.
But first one must get past
Claws, teeth, and flames.
#AshVerse

Necromantic magic
In the gloom
Of deepest bog,
Reflects a soul
Devoid of light
And heart of
Blackest obsidian.
#AshVerse

Surely this must be
Another person
Another life
I see?
Surely it is not me
Laughing
Talking
With another
Face-to-face?
#HeartSoup

Tumbling, gasping,
Drowning in a sea
Of failed romances
And bitter memory
Wishing for someone
To bring me
Back to shore
#MadVerse

I’m really a big cuddly teddy bear–
But no one can see past the claws and teeth.
~ True dragon confessions
#CDpoetry

Every moment
Feels like a slow poison
Creeping through my veins
Then I realize
What doesn’t kill me
Makes me stronger
#FieryVerse

I’m all too familiar
With your danger.
Passion and excitement
That ends in
A flood of
Regret
And tears.
#WrittenRiver

That moment when
The rising sun
Hits the morning dew and
Flares to life
In a rainbow dance
of awakening.
#HomoAquarius

When dealing with dragons
Craft your words carefully.
You never know what phrase
Might provoke or appease
The chaotic being.
#VerseReversal

Haikus (This Week and Some Older)

Such a bleeding heart
Open a vein and show it
Around for retweets.

Rainy, wet school day.
Dodging raindrops and earthworms.
Ahh, the smells of spring.

Reading in the rain–
Droplets on sheet metal roof
Causing fogged windows.

Thawing and melting,
Smells of rich, life-giving sod.
Potential for growth.

Warm sun and cool breeze,
Birds are singing in the trees.
Lunchtime R & R.

All love got me is
Hoarse and unheard. Like a dog
Chained to a dead tree.

Palpable tendrils
Floating through the air — waves of
Creativity.

Creativity
And fantastic ideas, floating
Through the air, unbound.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

This story and all related material are the original works of Awaiting the Muse and Effy J. Roan AKA Effraeti. All rights reserved.
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Based on a work at https://awaitingthemuse.wordpress.com/.

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