Nothing left to write voids instead of inspiration ennui; all that remains
Writer’s Block (WWP)
Tag: Free Verse
Inglorious Queen (writephoto)
Courtesy Of KL Caley Inspired by and written for #Writephoto – thank you, KL I know it’s a British Naval ship, but I’m reading about Bismarck so going with that Inglorious QueenForm: Free Verse From the annuls of warbattles claiming the seasfor the control of the watersbetween us and thema ship set sailon a maiden … Continue reading Inglorious Queen (writephoto)
Building the Muscles
To the child inside left with sorrow and woe because your courage
Coffee and a Chat (WWP)
Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi Coffee and a ChatForm: Free Verse She’s sat on my deskchitter-chatteringtoday she has a lot to saylike every day she wants to share her newsher bluesand all in betweenas I say no, yes, uhhuhand give her the petsthe pets she desiresa simple requestwhile … Continue reading Coffee and a Chat (WWP)
Whispering Nothing
Holding you in my arms we both knew where it would end, we both knew we had no choice
Shakespeare’s Strut (WWP)
Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi Shakespeare’s StrutForm: Free Verse the rehearsals doneit is the opening nightfor three nights onlydialogue learnedcostumes fittedand the prompter sat in his boxthe stage is setand the Danish prince is raring to gowhilst Ophelia has a case of the nervesher dress is too tightthe … Continue reading Shakespeare’s Strut (WWP)
Wild Cat
She was his ideal match ticking all the right boxes on the dating app a wild cat in the bedroom
No Excuses
As the song says “I am what I am” and damn right that needs no excuses
Beautiful Masculinity
Caution playing a wild card in thoughts of what may be in this world where love and sex are the same thing
One Night Only
What is lust if it does not gratify the mind but sates the want of physical need without desire
Joy Reclaimed
I don’t hate you because I don’t love you I feel nothing for you because my emotions are too precious to waste
Acrimony (Weekend Writing Prompt)
Bitter words spoken in haste the truth of love meaning nothing
Imperfect Voices
Where are the promised legions of hope promised in a sacrifice of redemption they, the chosen by grace called to serve only themselves
Twenty-Four
Sun rise sun set the ceaseless motion of one day into another
Brass Rubbing
Wax rubs on paper collecting memories of the dead etched on brass
Cookie Jar
I taught you to stand on your own two feet to face the world with your head held high
Victorious Soul
What is the strength that resides within nurtured by the soul yet rarely seen until
Getting It Right
I’m older now but probably not much wiser seasons turn and years go by one transitioning into the next
Fateful Moment
Far-reaching events changing the course of living be it gentle persuasion or a hefty shove
Keeping Up Appearances
Simeon Jones has bought a new car it’s parked outside like a shining new star and his wife, Betty has the latest
Comfort Eating
Some turn to chocolate and others to cake when the heart is aching I know folk who eat a bucket of ice cream
Lost in Bach
Lost in the last strains of the intensity of sound and the intimacy of Bach on the moonlit air
Karma
you don’t get to say what I should think or pretend you are always there for me so, you can tell your friends how you saved me
Scent of Honeysuckle
You are here and I am not running away instead I answer you with my tears
Pages of Lust
seeking literary pleasure among the aroma of dusty old books ancient first editions
Pink Hydrangea
Latte lazing in a cup as croissants bake to melt butter for the jam waiting on the table by the window
Lost Nuts
Climb up Jump down and run Across the lawn and back Searching, searching, always searching For nuts
Dead Poets and All That
He stood at the door and their eyes stared tears one spoke “O Captain! My Captain”
Hermit Crab
The time has come he must move on find a new place in which to thrive to leave his home
S.O.S.
Crushing waves battle with the rage of tempestuous winds tossing the little boat
That Night in Devon
Raising money for the memorial hall he’s calling do si do dancing in line before the show that weekend in Devon
Thrifty Beginnings
A grey suit and pale grey shirt sat on the cash desk beneath a blue frock and a black pencil skirt
The Question
Kettle boils and pot is warming measured spoons of leaves to brew the perfect cup of tea and from the tin
Working Out
His muscles taut and strained struggle to move the sack of coal from the gate to the coal shed. His arms ripple with effort until their strength fades out
I Can See
It is too easy to focus on the missing with only tears for company to see only emptiness in the days ahead because to forget is impossible...
Approval Not Required
An old name lies dead but I will never kill her that is not what this is about no, I’m not a princess in a white dress
Free Fall
Inspired by and written for Weekend Writing Prompt – Thank you, Sammi Free FallForm: Free Verse Opposing forces attractdeluded by rose tinted liesand unkept promises whisper sweet nothingswhen nothing is all there can bepushing and pullingfallingfalling in lovefalling outthere is no way outbut misguided desirefallinginto a climax of self-destruction Word count: 44 ©JezzieGFarmer2022
Watching Eyes
I’m watching you watching all you do lurking in the shadows hidden in the night
Azure Haze
Those crazy nights of sensual vision when I dream of you and those dreams appear in shades of blue when in the moonlight
That Moment
Her hands in vice like grip wrap around my wrists my tendons throbbing as she holds
Odd Ball Geek
I bought into the dresses and lipstick just a man trying to be a girl red nails and high heels...
Tom Delaney
Walking home through stones and epitaphs autumn sunshine on marble reflections dancing in the home of the dead...
Whisperings of a Witch
Io io io and happy new year as love died in November rain as the lights went out...
The Jeans Cycle
When did it change that difference between then and now of choosing a blouse that fits with a skirt ...
Seasons by the Stream
Stampeding like horses over old time-worn rocks the winter rains unite...
Glinting Reflection
The sorrow inside weeps my tears like raindrops on the pane unhindered they convey loss from my heart...
Sailing Ships
Running through the house down the garden path past the cold-frames covering ...
Field with No Rabbits
Wind and rain rattles at the gate echoing into the dreams of the night dreams of mystery....
It Must Be Love
It’s been a long night of insomniac thinking when my head finally lets go to sleep and the soggy nose nuzzles my hand...
What Do You See – Behind the Fence
He wants to be free he wants to cut loose to reign the savannah with a mighty roar...
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