Endless Winter

  Endless Winter

The sadness

was supposed to last

for one winter

but spring never came.

The snow smothered us 

under a sunless sky.


This was written for a #FieryVerse prompt on Twitter on January 23, 2017. I need to get back into the poetry circles on Twitter and start looking at these prompts every day. There are amazing prompts on Twitter every day and I would probably find more to write about if I would look them up. It would also help if Twitter would just show me the tweets as they are posted instead of showing me the tweets of those I interacted with last. Don’t you hate that?

crepe myrtle in winter,crepe myrtle in the snow,covered in snow,weighed down by snow,


I once danced beneath the night sky.

supermoon rising,big moon,full moon,

Drops of Starfire
My hair is the color
of fire and passion
because I once danced
beneath the night sky
and drops of starfire
fell on my head.
Nothing can put this fire out.
It is a blaze unlike any other
heating me through and through
making me burn bright.
I must learn to wield this light
I cannot disappoint
the stars.

This poem was inspired by a microprompt, #Madverse No. 316.


The sky and the soil.

The soil in return for her services keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free. -Unknown


Here is a quote to ponder over the weekend.

fully bloomed daffodil,yellow flowers,flower in sunlight,morning daffodil,

Beyond Fireflies Buzzing

Beyond the city lights
Beyond fireflies buzzing
Down country roads
Beyond the cloudy sky
Floats what’s left of my sanity

This was written for a prompt, but I wrote it so long ago that I can’t remember which one I wrote it for. It is a small stones poem. Leave me a comment below with your reaction to it.
lamp post,city light,spooky photo,

Dusk |a poem

sunset,pink clouds,the sky turning pink,the sky changing colors,setting sun,

the day began to blur
blue became pink
as the sky was embarrassed
to admit he was tired

This poem was written for a #WrittenRiver prompt. If you are liking these short poems, I really encourage you to search these hashtags on Twitter. Also, make sure that you follow me on Twitter and follow this blog by email or through a reader.

True Poems by Emily Dickinson


To see the Summer Sky

Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie –

True Poems flee –



What kind of poetry can you only see in nature?

How lonesome the Wind must feel.


How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights –
When people have put out the Lights
And everything that has an Inn
Closes the shutter and goes in –


How pompous the Wind must feel Noons
Stepping to incorporeal Tunes
Correcting errors of the sky
And clarifying scenery


How mighty the Wind must feel Morns
Encamping on a thousand dawns
Espousing each and spurning all
Then soaring to his Temple Tall –

Once again Emily gives personality to something you never realized could have a personality.
I hope you all are having a lovely week!

Death at a Distance

tombstone, headstone, grave,

  Death at a Distance

Rocks falling through the sky

They are ugly up close

But as they fall they are beautiful

As they burn and turn in the night sky

They are a sight to behold

We find death beautiful and over too fast

When it happens in the sky



Here is an early small stone poem of mine. I hope you guys are liking these little diddies. Make sure to press like if you are! If something strikes a chord in you leave me a comment below.

In the Sky

city skyscape


cranes in the city

construction begins

hope in the sky

Where do you find hope? You can find it in everyday life, if you look with eyes wide open.

What the sky says.

snowfall through the window

the calendar says Fall

but flakes falling outside

say winter is here



What does it look like where you are at? Is the weather acting accordingly?

Shy Moon

moon, evening, nightfall

new moon

shy to meet the sky

peeks in

What new things will you try this Fall or Winter?

Wandering in the open

pea ridge Arkansas battlefield


Living in the Open


naked trees against the sky

the birds have no where to hide

their nests are bared to the world

like living in a glass house

is this why they fly down south

to hide in the greenery

to love and live in secret

the birds that stayed caw away

they want you to see, no shame

I really do wonder if the leaves falling off of the trees make them realize they have less hiding places.