Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a haiku or series of Haikus capturing the essence of a moment in an ancient civilisation.
Writings
He
I see Him beside
What was once a grave of stone
Broken from His shroud
And He was walking
Above the waves around us
Reaching out a hand
The land we were in
Promised so long ago then
He has come down here
Rome oppresses us
And we have cried out to Him
There He stands again
A woman reaches
Briefly grazing His tunic
And she is healed
One day they will bow
But for now we are hated
Just as He has ...
Gone With The Passing Centuries
I want to do things
World shifting, table turning
Like the ones before
The Aztecs knowledge
Starry skies, solar systems
Breath-taking ruins
Sacrificial grin
Metaphorical dying
Remember back then
Do you remember?
You were just a little kid
And you didn’t know
That this would all soon
Be gone like how the tide falls
Yet, this won’t return
One thing stays the same
Every moment on earth
Will be l...
Jitters Before A Hike
Jitters before a hike
Imagine if you had only one arm, and you were tasked to carry 16 sets of 4 heavy textbooks and go on a fifteen minute walk from your house to the library. Imagine the nervousness you would feel before performing the task? That is exactly what I felt when my family was going on a trip to Peru to hike up Machu Picchu. During the several months before our trip to Peru, my dad ke...
Bear Or Man?
There's a girl in the woods
She's sitting alone
She made the choice
to leave her home,
bear or man,
her answer clear,
the same as any woman near,
she closes her eyes,
breaths in the air and sighs,
safety is all she can feel, because she'd rather be a bears next meal,
than be subject to whatever the hell he feels,
he wants to do,
because there's a difference between a man and a bear,
...
water
going to rivers,
I search for something to drink
dust surrounding me.
I push by people
who hold vases made of clay,
who hope to provide.
into the water
I lower my own clay vase;
water rushes in.
people around me
carry all that they can hold
back to the village.
after a mile,
I make it to my own home
humble as is packed.
cracked and muddy homes
still serve as a shelter now
after many years.
h...