Writing Prompt

Some have more

Others have less

So let us give to them

What we can spare

To help those who need it

We all are trying to manage

All only have one life here

Let’s be kind and share our wealth

For if we do, the years we live here

We can make the world that much more beautiful...

Have faith,hope,and charity

Care for others that you see

Before yourself is the way

To serve our Lord everyday

Giving will make your heart full

Like a lamb wearing its wool

Wandering for its shepherd

For protection with his herd

Charity is showing love

That only comes from above

Helping others in sorrow

Giving or let them borrow

Being there just to listen

Hugging when their eyes glisten

Givi...

Ashley Esther Elizabeth Bryant was the wealthiest woman on that side of the city, the side where anything less than twelve bedrooms, eight bathrooms, a 360 degree veranda encircling the walls, a swimming pool, and indoor-outdoor retractable roofed tennis court would be considered living in poverty. Her neck and her fingers and her ears held the weight of those round or hanging gold and silver cha...

Grey wisps of hair cross his head

and meet under the brim of firm

material and assurance. He has sprouted,

a lonesome poppy in the blusters

of transitory time from Fall to Winter,

outside a new realm of conflict.

He nods to them with a glistening smile

of decaying teeth, leaving reddened gums

bleeding a quaint charity. Charity remains

a scarce resource on the battlefield, whilst

men and women and...

There may come a moment where

The helper becomes the helped,

For nobody can choose

The cards they have been dealt....

When you have feet to walk the earth

You must explore

Be full of mirth

When you have ears to hear the sounds

Listen, listen

The noise will astound

When you have hands to write all day

Pour you feelings

Write your way

When you have a mouth to talk all you want

Chit and chatter

But never taunt

When you have a heart for compassion

Be kind, give

Looked upon with love and passion

When you have mon...

The sun was now fully behind the mountains, only the edges glowed with the remaining daylight. The endless trees started to take on a dark presence, a warning.

Just moments ago, the golden hour illuminating half of their trunks and shimmering on the frosty pavement made M feel like she might actually be dreaming. She felt weak from the amount of fearful adrenaline that had been coursing through h...

1845

I cautiously lay the blood red wreath on the grave, as burning hot tears escape my now dead and cold eyes. Dad how could you leave me? I think silently as John lays another newly made wreath on my fathers grave, before hugging me softly.

Yet I’m not crying anymore, for I know What I must do, what Dad would want me to do.

So I stride away, my head pointed high, as I must be...

All for you,

I give my blood and money,

All for you,

I give my time and heart,

There is charity in love

so romantic and unrequited,

All for you,

There is poverty in the rational mind

so try not to think so much...

Every morning, when my sister and I walked to school, we used to walk past an old blind man.

It wasn’t hard to find him, he always sat in the same place, asking for a coin for his dog who lay beside him. Sometimes I wondered if he ever moved since despite rain or snow he always seemed to be there, by the bus stop with his shivering dog.

“Why doesn’t he go home?” I asked is my sister once.

“He p...