He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; The keeper of her heart
He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about
He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause
He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone
He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Melted bliss
Hold your hankering horses
You know you really must
A little patience is so important
Or else you’ll surely bust
Hold your hankering horses
And quit being so demanding
Don’t you know life is always better
With a little bit of understanding?
Hold your hankering horses
Your antsy attitude needs to go
People don’t like impatience
This is something you ought to know
Hold your hankering horses
Just sit still and listen to me now
I’m explaining your main issue
And if you want to fix it, this is how
Hold your hankering horses
Get a grip and don’t wind up in a tizzy
I’m sorry to say that your behavior
Is only making the rest of us dizzy
Hold your hankering horses
This is the last thing I’m going to say
If you can’t calm down and be patient
Then please just go away
© 2019 Michelle Cook
For a month of writing prompts, click here; Hold your hankering horses
People always seem to get caught up in their outer appearance
Never realizing that the inside is full of so much more brilliance
And if I had a dime for every time somebody believed they were ugly and old
I’d be richer than rich for the lies they’ve believed and been told
© 2019 Michelle Cook
Filling in the gaps
Life does have its ways
Often sending rays of hope
Even on the darkest of days
And when those unexpected beams
Spread warmth across our faces
It’s happiness we see
And love which embraces
Those gaps no more
A bright sunny future instead
Everything we’d hoped for
Depressive thoughts now dead
If only we could bottle sunshine
And keep it for the days of despair
We’d never be tormented
By even the smallest thought or care
Instead we look for those rays
Hopeful they’ll find us in the dark
For the tiniest amount of hope
Leaves such an impressionable mark
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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