Ars Poetica April 3

Poetry

As the ink flows
my mind starts to grow,
pushing poetry on the page
to weave the life into a stage.

writing poetry
for no other reason
than I can,
so time to put
pen to page again.

April PAD challenge Day 2

the prompt can be found here

Ars Poetica April 2

Poetry

each syllable drips to the page
setting words to hearts ablaze,
penning poetica is both art
and passion sincere.

I believe that I will pick up
my pen and drop the rhyme
I love so dear.

April PAD challenge Day 1

the prompt can be found here

Ars poetica April 1

Poetry

Am I just a fool
for wanting to write
the verse freely?

to weave the words
into the poetic,
pick my pen up
and let poetry flow.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Involuntary Movements

by Patricia Harris


Remaining still is easier said

than it is for me to do,
I am made of gelatin and
thoughts straight from the
ocean's waves.

Involuntary Movements
are almost expected
when you are as chaotic
as I.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

forgetting

by Patricia Harris


I am working on forgetting
the importance of my life,
for I am more than what I
can remember myself to be.

instead I want to remember
the importance of those I love
and the way I want to eventually be
instead of focusing entirely on me.

world poetry day

Poetry

Forgotten Lullabies

by

Patricia Harris


you once gathered lullabies
pretending that you cared,
but how quickly were they forgot
when it no longer suited your life?

forgotten lullabies are
but the memories
children fight with
into adulthood.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Past

by Patricia Harris


the past is gone 

forgotten,

repeating.



it leaves so many

feeling defeated.



it is not even happening

in a different way,

the past is gone...

so we will have to

live it all over again.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

The Problem with the Pen

by Patricia Harris


the poetry seems to flow
when the pen is no where
within my grasp,
inspiration striking as sleep
begins to take ahold.

I wish my memory
was set to be
as perfect as writing
the words would be.

Then I would have never
lost the words that crossed
my mind you see.