Photo Challenge: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Gentle Dreams” #amwriting #poetry #rebirth


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s photo challenge:

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Credit: Natalie Deprina

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“Maybe love isn’t something that comes full circle. It just ebbs and flows, in and out just like the people in our lives” – Colleen Hoover, It Ends With Us

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Sometimes we think, it’s easy to manage to–

Balance the flow of our lives, each passage, 

Of words and wonders we travel down fast. 

Of memories, dreams curling blissfully through. 

Of laughter, lovereason to again bloom, 

Beyond the memories trapping us, lasting; 

Never completely leaving until they pass, 

In moments they choose, new whispers approve; 

The coming of the dawn, when slumber breaks, 

Though we’re scarred and hollow, gloves of lace

Will hide the marks of yesterday; fashion

A hug giving warmth, with new love, sweet dreams. 

Yesterday fades, sparks today’s gentle stream

Brings reassurance, your arms hold me dear

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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “My Other Half” #amwriting #poetry


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this week’s photo prompt:

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There are two-sides to me,

One you will hardly see.

She only comes out one night,

When the orb of the full moon frightens and blinds. 

She marks her time trapped, on my back,

Pacing inside me, my evil twin.

Each day I feel the pain she creates;

Carving out another tick, counting the days —

With her burning sharpie;

Writing on me with acid.

She takes the days five at a time;

Slowly each night I feel her poison,

But I shut her in, shut her down tight.

She is buried and not to be found,

When I call all light towards me. 

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Yet I have no power,

When her strength is full,

When the monster prowls, 

When it snaps its teeth for blood. 

The werewolf inside,

Biding her time,

Until now, when the moon is full and round;

She spits and she howls,

Her teeth sharp tiny daggers. 

She comes out from the floorboards,

The darkest dankest corner of my soul. 

Her prison she erupts from, no longer trapped,

She unfolds her wrath on all who pass, brings terror;

Clawing at me, shredding me for fun,

Because she knows when the night is done,

I’ll have my strength of luminous sparks again.

The light of the day will flow through me,

Cascading through my body,

Repairing all wounds.

But for tonight she roams the earth,

A horrifying hell monster with claws that hurt;

She shreds my insides, reminds me how small I am,

That she is all powerful and will one day win our war.

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But I am growing less afraid,

And I have time to be patient.

The night it ends, she’s back in her cage,
Marking me with acidic ink, every night,

 Until when next the moon is full bright —

She’ll break free of my skin, 

The torture will begin.

But yesterday night she didn’t come out? 

There was no fight to lock her in;

I think she’s trapped inside me, for good? 

And I’m claiming back my skin,

Healing all her burning marks 

Becoming someone new.

My other half is dead I think,

I don’t feel her uncoiling, 

Scrartching her way through my defence.

My plan conceived it ruined her.

And in slumber I locked her thrice, 

Poisoned her in sleep.

So the only place she’ll terrorize —

Is her own dreams and I think she quite deserves, 

The nightmares promised her, 

For all eternity;

Sickly wicked sister, gone at last. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved

#OctPoWriMo – Day 10 – Wrapped Refrain – “Favourite Mistake’s Burn” #amwriting #poetry


Day 10 Prompt: Unfolded
“Has there ever been a time that something negative happened but because of it you discovered something positive? Free write for ten minutes diving into one or more of your experiences and then take us on a journey through your poetry, show us how the events unfolded. Or…

You could take it in a different direction and free write about unfolded and see where it leads. Was there a time when you were doing laundry with someone and they didn’t like how you were folding? Tell us about it.”
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Events unfold, burn me apart, 

Thought life was stable; now restart.

Begin again anew and find, 

Inspiration warm and kind. 

Or realize life isn’t nice; it tricks you each time, 

You think you would know, twice shy once burned –but you’re blind. 

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Don’t you know my favourite mistake, 

Experience merciless takes —

It’s fire to everyone who thought not, 

To remember their lessons taught. 

It’s the way life unfolds teaching us learning hurts,

What’s worse, relearning leaves scorch marks, worse — blood boils, spurts. 

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No one feels sorry for you now, 

You’d time enough to figure how. 

You will recall your experience, 

Though vainly hid, it’s your reference.

Walk away, don’t do it, you’ll get tossed out the door.

Change your mind before you regret, choice made poor.

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You never learn, you have to see, 

If you realize and change key, 

Your life might be more harmonious, 

Less mistakes made erroneous.

Maybe you’ve found peace, where experience led you, 

Events unfold, learning never ends, life drills you. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

Poem: San San –  ” Lover’s Dream” #poetry #introtopoetry #amwriting #sansan


Today’s Poetry 101 prompt is pleasure with anaphora or epistrophe (repeating the same word at the beginning or the end of a line of poetry).

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abcabdcd rhyme scheme -repeated each end word for a, then b, etc.

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Caresses soft, we both want, hallowed place.

World formed between limbs of ours, wrapped so snug,

I feel downy hairs; your skin is blazing.

Inferno in your eyes, burning me in place. 

Hours we will spend; lips meshing; arms snug. 

Wet kisses, biting teeth, leave marks on skin.

Such sinners are we in bliss, found blazing.

Creating such heat, sweat intermingles, on skin.

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Hands run down arms and legs, pull a part,

Search within such depths, eyes reveal,

Our own precious world as we stroke, and float.

Bliss is our home; euphoria plays part.

Kisses spread over every nook; all reveals.

This memory we keep locked in lust; pleasure, 

Skin brushes, hair pulled, lips locked, we touch, float.

Breathing quickens, with larks; cry pleasure.

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Keeping pace with what lovers do make,

Place forbidden, for all but what lovers give.

Providing pleasure; sparks of light which scream,

An explosion of consequence share, make —

Each other never forget gift each give.

Lovers unite again to touch, caress, dream.

Giving pleasure, to make your partner scream.

Such is the lovers world, living dreams. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.