Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Stars in the Sand

That’s right
I’m the sidekick
Riding the tailcoats
Of those braver than I

Too shy
Too scared
To bare my teeth
And so I smile

Push me around?
You can for a while
I promise, I won’t mind
Instead I smile

My knuckles are white
I grit my teeth
Composure like armour
“Yes,” I smile

My soul awakens
She tries to get out
Shh. No one cares
I falter…

Gently I push
Gently I prod
The cocoon opens wide
And I fly right out

I am bioluminescent
I’m ready.
Projecting my stars in the sand
For all to see

By Sarah ©2021

Photo by Kevin Wolf on Unsplash

Carrot Ranch, August 19: Flash Fiction Challenge, and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Take Weaver -19/8

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Better

I am better than this.
But still, I slip.

A slip.
A spiral.

Ashamed.
Around in my head I go.

Torturing,
Self-eviscerating

Every. Moment.
Replayed and amplified.

A car crash of thoughts and feelings.

There’s a scrap heap in my mind.
A junk yard fire.

I am better than this.
But it’s got the best of me.

By Sarah ©2021

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Dream a Little Dream

There’s a cacophony in my head.
And it won’t go away.
I’ve tried sleeping pills
But there’s no guarantee.

I drop some helium
To cull the birds
Coz the tweets are endless
A faithless dirge

And so I’m held
Too painfully aware.
Is it possible to hope?
Do I dare to care?

This fustian pair
Between my ears
See that decisions are made
for me in arrears

Wishes are portable
This I do know
Thoughts are transferable
Wherever I go.

So while there is still
a slit; a gleam
I have to believe I can
Dream a little dream

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Tale Weaver – 12.8.21 and Wordle #253; as well as, Carrot Ranch, August 12: Flash Fiction Challenge

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Glow

No longer hiding my bushel.
No longer willing to wait.
No longer content staying silent.

I step out.

Unashamed.
Unabashed.
Unabated.

It’s thoroughly unlike me.

Yes, I’m scared.
Yes, I’m worried.
Yes, I’m filled with trepidation.

But I can’t do it anymore.

I can’t hide.
I can’t pretend.
I can’t ignore who I am.

It’s gone far beyond that.

Inhale,
Exhale.
Just. Breathe.

I can do this.

I have to.
I want to.
I need to.

And so I do.

It’s time for me.
It’s time for more.
It’s time.

Time to glow.

By Sarah ©2021

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt – #222 Glow

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lasso The Sun

Image courtesy of Pobble365

Lasso the sun?
If only I could
I’d make you stay
If only you would

You captured my heart
But not mine you
A one way river
A dried up slew

I wanted to trap you
Encase you in stone
Secret you away
As mine alone

But you shine brightly
As only I dare
My eyes avert yours
An imperfect pair

I”m left in a wasteland
Of my own making
Lessons learned from
Giving not taking

Now I turn my back
And let you be
You’re just too elusive
This I can see

I’ll admire from afar
Bask only in your light
Lasso the sun?
One day, I might…

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #377

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Thwarted

why so perplexed?

don’t you know I’m off my rocker?

this is no palaver

I am indeed what you think:

that stunted shrub

the shadow that follows you

the inky depths of a fetid pool

the feeling that you are being watched

the disturbing coincidence

the sensation of being

off kilter

look – I am there!

and you will find

you have been

thwarted

By Sarah ©2021

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt #221 – Thwart

Also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Same Same But Different. Synonyms substituted as follows:

  1. chair – rocker
  2. floor – perplex
  3. tree – shrub
  4. black- inky
  5. talk – palaver

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

The World After

Adrian Swancar on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/72El6N0cmj4

We shake our heads in disbelief
With eyes wide open shut
Our mouths yet still have plenty to say
When will it be enough?

Conspiracy! It’s just fake news
And what about our rights?
Yet COVID hears no words of peace
Continuing its blight

The world after this so far away
Solutions many but none
Cities crumble, people lost
Survival’s the rule of thumb

We’re losing our humanity
Capacity to care
We need to work together
Because none of this is fair

We shake our heads in disbelief
With eyes wide open shut
Our mouths yet still have plenty to say
When will it be discussed?

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #376 and Tale Weaver, 5 August 2021

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Villain

These villainous acts keep me up at night
My conscience cannot rest
Although I’ve done not one thing wrong
My intentions do contest

Infatuation blazes in
This yearning heart of mine
It’s criminal indeed to know
The secrets that I hide

Each wretched day, I live a lie
A smile pasted on my face
Eyes dart ‘round for just one glimpse
Yet oft, there is no trace

This cursed blight splintering
Dreams better to put to bed
The kicker is, none of it’s real
It’s all inside my head

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Tale Weaver – 29 July 2021

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Monster of Every Story

I am the monster of every story.
That’s right.
I am.

A catacomb mind.
A labyrinth.
I have.

With ghoulish glee.
A spectre.
I see.

Hateful stares
Catch you unawares
I smile.

Threatening vows
Suspicions roused
I laugh.

The pleasure’s mine
Twisting your twine.
I unravel.

Oh yes,
I am the monster of every story.

That is, every story
That’s mine.

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – 2 Jul 2021

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Solitudinarian

I am a solitudinarian.
I don’t need anyone.
I don’t need anything.
Away with you.
Be gone.

I am a solitudinarian.
Hear me when I say,
“I am perfectly fine.
I like things just the way they are.”
I do.

I am a solitudinarian.
I answer my own questions.
I interpret my replies.
What is the sound of one hand clapping?
It is I.

I am a solitudinarian.
Yet emptiness is taking over.
Is this all there is?
I admit.
I’m lonely.

I am a solitudinarian.
But I need you.

By Sarah ©2021

Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Forever Chasing Fridays

A shadowed tree with
leaves hanging
like twisted crêpes
across the darkened park.

I’m insecure.
I’ll admit it.
Aren’t most girls in
this day and age?

The masculine presence
taints our safety,
like cherry blossoms
exhumed after the fall.

No piquant thoughts
allowed here.
How awful to be bittersweet –
forever chasing Fridays.

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Wordle #239

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Prior

The situation is dire
We are walking a wire
Between life and a fire

May our efforts not tire
‘Though stuck in the mire
Community spirit soars higher

COVID-19 a qualifier
to be a lesson in the quire
The world changed from its prior

By Sarah ©️2020

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time, 4 April 2020

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Tarot

I laid out the cards
in a familiar spread
Holding my breath
To see what they said.

Worn at the edges
From overuse
Am I reading them properly?
What can I deduce?

If I’m being honest
About what I see.
The message I hope for
Is not meant to be.

Relationships that break,
Seldom mend
I must face facts.
We have to end.

This hope must die between
midnight and noon.
Get on with my life,
Leave the mess I’ve strewn.

I won’t sit back now,
I will not wait.
Trust in the Tarot but
Pave your own fate.

By Sarah ©️2020

Tarot

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Opposing Forces, 15 February 2020; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Sunday Writing Prompt “Tarot Reading”

Free Verse

Muted

I feel tears welling up
Cold and deep inside
With pride that’s battered
I turn to run and hide

A stab of loneliness
Just can’t be shaken
It’s sharp and it’s painful
My heartache has awakened

In silent screams
My soul fruitlessly yells
But my lips are tightly sealed
And I’ll never ever tell

How much you hurt me
Never once suspecting
That I was not alone in
The hearts you were collecting

The race is on
But the winner loses all
A fleeting moment, your belle
Your affection my shawl

Waking up each morning
Smelling your deceit
Finding that you’re gone now
Is all so bittersweet

And now that it’s over
In my dreams you dwell
Haunting muted memories
That I long to quell

By Sarah ©️2020

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge – The Race Is On; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Rhyme Time, 8 February 2020

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Song

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The beat pumps.
It vibrates through my head.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

Swirling lyrics wrap themselves around my tongue, clumsily falling from my mouth.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The rhythm intensifies.
My frenzied mind scrambling to make sense of it.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

I feel out of control.
My body’s a slave to this tune.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

The room has become a pinprick. Just me, you, and the pulse.

Tub-thump.
Tub-thump.
Boom, boom, boom.

Then I realise.
I’ve heard this song before.
“It is love,” my heart continues to sing.

By Sarah ©️2019

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #118 – Song

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Mercurial

The tread of time
is so ruthless,
that it tramples
even the kings
under its feet.

A mercurial thing
sparing no small mercy.
Those who feel
they have conquered it,
are indeed time’s folly.

Court jesters,
not royalty.

By Sarah ©2019

Sammi Scribbles, Weekend Writing Prompt, #108 – Mercurial , and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday Mix – Unique Personality, 1 June 2019

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Teach Your Children

Feed them, nourish them.
Put clothes on their back.
Show them they’re more important
Than alcohol or crack.
Teach your children.

Read them a story
when it’s bedtime.
Protect them from seeing
this world of crime.
Teach your children.

Clean the scrape on their knee.
Hug them when they’re sad.
Show them there’s tenderness,
Not just violence, to be had.
Teach your children.

Pay them attention,
not left to a device.
They’re only young once.
You don’t get to live twice.
Teach your children.

Tell them they matter.
Follow dreams and hope.
They can break the cycle,
of welfare and dope.
Teach your children.

Don’t foist your responsiblities
Upon those nearby.
Take ownership of your progeny
From caterpillar to butterfly.
Teach your children.

Protect their innoncence.
With precious lives in your hand.
They are your legacy,
Shape where they land.
Teach your children…but most importantly, love them too.

By Sarah ©2019

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge – Teach Your Children

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Great Race

This is a great race.

Though hidden by smog
the sun still radiates.
This summer heat is stifling.

The ground crunches beneath my feet.
Dry, rocky, barren.
The trees have long gone.

The wind tears its fingers through my hair.
It whips against my face as I look back
to where we have been.

I taste the bitterness of
being alone and smell
the fumes of a rotting world.

I strain to hear, signs of life.
I hear silence.
Nothing.

Oh yes, this is a great race.
A race against time.

How long before we ask ourselves,
“Where has our world gone?”

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 25

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Trapped

I feel I have been frozen out.
No one to hear me scream and shout.

I am bound and I am caged.
Like an animal, enraged.

Time has lost all meaning.
My spirit has started screaming.

Will I lose my mind?
The ability to still be kind?

What use is there in going on?
Has all hope finally gone?

Have I now truly snapped?
No. Not really. I’m just trapped.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 15, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Another World

 

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Image credit Pobble365

The distant sun reflects
off the dull sphere.
Stagnant.
Lifeless.
It’s hard to believe
something so precious,
something so signficant,
was given up on.

Destroyed.

A single tear drops
on the dust below my feet.
From another world,
I capture a fleeting snapshot
of our lost Earth.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 12, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Lightning Never Strikes Twice

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Image credit Pobble365

Did I come from the sky?
Like a bolt from furious thunderheads.

Did I come from the rain?
Pelting the expanse with lashings of tears.

Did I come from the thunder?
Rumbling and grumbling so low.

Did I come to strike?
Stinging you with electric light.

Did I mean to?
Don’t you know?

I have arrived.
Lightning never strikes twice.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 11, 2019

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

The Sunflower

Image credit Pobble 365

Save me, I’m lost.
Looking for sunshine
but counting up the cost.
Wasting so much time.

I’ve learned to love abuse.
My mistakes become regrets.
I’m not being obtuse,
just accustomed to losing bets.

I’ve been waiting for you,
as months and years go by.
Trying to start anew,
but still left questioning why.

Don’t let go.
I’ve wanted this far too long.
Starting now to grow,
I’ve learnt from what went wrong.

Stand tall. Reach for the sky.
I take back my power.
No more tears left to cry.
I am the sunflower.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 5, 2019; and also, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Music Challenge #47: “Show Me What I’m Looking For” by Carolina Liar

#NaPoWriMo, Challenges by Sarah, Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Reshaping the World

Image credit Pobble 365

Reshape the world?
Can it even be done?
Unzip the land
and let it sink in.

Lone crusaders
try their best
to break the cycle.
But it’s too late.

Plastic chokes
the oceans.
The earth has
become a junkyard.

Farewell abundance.
Goodbye human decency.
Adieu society.
Ta-ta accountability.

Some may say
this is a sad ode indeed.
Alas, it is merely
our reality.

By Sarah ©2019

#NaPoWriMo – Day 4, 2019