
Torn Paper Heart Collage ©️LeonasDesigns 2019
Over the years
Places and people,
Memories,
Combine as
Bits and pieces in my heart
Beautiful collage
Shadorma

Torn Paper Heart Collage ©️LeonasDesigns 2019
Over the years
Places and people,
Memories,
Combine as
Bits and pieces in my heart
Beautiful collage
Shadorma

Thankful for full plates now empty
Thankful for hands that cook and bake
Thankful for another day
Thankful for hearts that care
Thankful for thirst now quenched
Thankful for warm places
Thankful for
My life
Thankful
Nonet

A million people
A million voices
None speak my name
Two million feet tred
Where I sit
None stop near me
Millions of bright lights
Shining round
I sit in the dark
Syllable Lunes

Boxes
All shapes
And all sizes
Like people
They hold things inside
Secrets, treasures, dreams
Or maybe unwanted things like
Bitterness, unforgiveness
Handle all boxes with care because
They can be damaged inside and out
Etheree

A world of colors.
The world is full of color!
What color do you love?
When you have so many choices,
Why choose just one?
Choose color multitudes!
Look all around you,
As far as your eyes can see,
Manifold colors surround!
Choka
#OctPoWriMo Day 27 Prompt: Color

Whose feet did tread
In these fields long ago?
Perhaps Ancestors,
Or a people we knew not.
Nature holds the secret
Tanka

Looking at the world
Filled with people
With brown or blue eyes
Do you see as God sees
God sees hearts and souls
God created colors
Man created prejudice
Syllabic Verse (5 syllables)

Dwelling in the midst
Of closed eyes, ears, and minds
Rebellious house
Shuttered ears are deaf
To the truth knocking
Closed eyes can’t see the truth
Through shuttered windows
Mutinous minds existing
Behind hostility’s doors
Choka
Poem based on this scripture:
“Son of man, thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house, which have eyes to see, and see not; they have ears to hear, and hear not: for they are a rebellious house.” Ezekiel 12:2
Prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way.

Among strangers
In line together
Mumbling
Grumbling
Shuffling feet in weariness
I stood behind you
As you spoke
A breath of fresh air
Uplifted
Awakened
My senses, because your words changed
The whole atmosphere.
Words full of
Positivity,
Thankfulness,
Permeated
And turned strangers into
Lively comrades
Triple Shadorma

Blackout Poetry