Tears welling
Sadness dwelling
Heart crushed
And eyes swelling
This is how
I get through each day
Hoping to find
A better way
© 2018 Michelle Cook
life
Her
She was always there
Resting quietly in his mind
With her smiling face
So loving and kind
Every inch of his body sensed
Her genial existence
Provoked by images of her
He offered up no resistance
And after years of searching
He knew she was the one
The light in her eyes reminded him
Of a bright morning sun
There was no denying his feelings
He had finally found his queen
She’d been there all along
Though nonexistent she had seemed
Fate had eventually been kind
Considering his deepest desires
And he wondered what he had done
To finally be blessed with all he required
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Every inch of his body sensed her presence.
Firestorm
Anger casually rises
Brimming to the top
Soon boiling over
Flaming arrows just won’t stop
Hitting their mark
Distressing pleas fill the room
This is their life
Another typical afternoon
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Thanks to Michael for a whole month of writing prompts, click here to view them all; Firestorm
One last wish
Searching the depths
Of the starry night sky
Arms reaching out
With tears in her eyes
And yet once again
There was no reply
So she made her last wish
And said a final goodbye
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; As she walked to the end of the wooden boards, the stars spoke to her.
A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
He loved her dearly
And she loved him
But at last the two
Could never begin
For each was already
Betrothed to another
The fate of their lives
Decided by their mother
So off they both went
And married their intended
With gorgeous rings exchanged
The weddings were splendid
And yet sadness filled
Their unquenched desires
All hopes and dreams
Had permanently expired
And at the end of their lives
When their mothers were dead
The two yearning couples divorced
Marrying their darlings instead
And finally happiness
Bloomed at the very end
No longer did either of them
Have to pretend
A lifetime of love and laughter
Could have saved them all
If long-lasting traditions
Hadn’t been their downfall
© 2018 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; A lifetime of laughter could have saved them all.
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