Feather pillows, blissful sleep, dreams where words never cease, seen in the skies within her mind, limitless, flowing truth. Emily Cloward © inpoems 567 guide phrases: the… Read more “Dream”
Category: prompts
Manifest
memory of heaven, skies above, seem abstract pieces of my being, I look to you, the one I love, to quiet ancient suffering, break through my chains,… Read more “Manifest”
Space
Dripping slowly, depths unhealed Cracks opened and closed, renewed again, She’s almost immune to hoping for peace, leaves a space in her heart to welcome it. Emily… Read more “Space”
Bends
Mirrors with voices society built, in the past now. She sees through her curves and bends the battle of wounds that still haven’t fully healed knowing they… Read more “Bends”
Daydream
My youth was passed daydreaming when I was already in a dream broken fires in the mist where happy children used to scream, it wasn’t perfect, but… Read more “Daydream”
Bare
He was tired after making love, aware enough to see the oceans roaring deep enough, just underneath her skin, she would invite him in, she had before,… Read more “Bare”
Soil
She nurtures her soil with each tear, drop of sweat and blood, the vines grow, as she longs to love, thorns grow with pain and fear, break… Read more “Soil”
Simmer
I’m not over what only gradually erases from my view, only to lie underneath, where it simmers and stews. Emily © prompt: over
Ripple
We don’t need time machines, our souls tell ancient, buried things, they ripple to the surface when lessons there remain. Emily© inpoems 534
Still
opening doors within, revealing soul and mind, floodgates already full, listening for one who answers the call, of what has been buried with time, afraid to lose… Read more “Still”
