My Heart My Gift

Welcome to the February poetry post, our theme this month is hearts, imagine that. Seriously, we try and hope that you enjoy all our efforts.

In January I shared about Sijo poetry. A Korean form of Haiku but with 3 lines only, each line consisting of 14-16 syllables and totaling no more than 44-46.
I found it a challenge after writing Haiku poetry for a few months, so I'm giving it another shot this month.

My Heart My Gift
Once a year we give gifts of love they come from our hearts
my gift to you is my heart please guard it as you would your own
it is needy, fragile and breaks when hurt, so give it lots of love

Haiku version
it will ebb and flow
is wrapped with emotions strong
my heart is my gift

💓💔💕💖💗💘💙💚💛💜

Be sure to visit the other participants in this writing challenge/monthly poetry posting.
Here are their links...

Karen https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2019/02/hearts-and-flowers-february-poetry.html
Lydia http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9892
Jules https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/2019/02/hearts-heal-poetrycollaboration.html
Diane https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2019/02/my-hearts.html

Dark Days of Winter - poetry

Welcome to the first edition of 2019 poetry challenge. Each month myself and a few others choose a theme and write a poem about said theme. It could be free verse, prose, haiku or any other form that we choose. I'm glad you stopped by and hope you enjoy enough to return, also be sure to visit the others and see how they chose to write about...

Winter Blues - poetry theme Jan 2019

Poem title: Dark Days of Winter

"Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme.

cloudy bleak dreary
sun has gone into hiding
depression sets in

Sijo is a Korean form of poetry. Similar to the Haiku except it has 14-16 syllables per line, only 3 lines and no more than 46 syllables total.

Dark days of winter grey skies above leaving me cold inside
masking the sun's rays leaving us cold and feeling all alone
darkness in the sky is there any end in sight please sun come out

Be sure to stop by the other participating bloggers and read their poems. Thanks for stopping by!!
RD

https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2019/01/winter-blues-january-poetry.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2019/01/new-blues.html
www.clutteredgenius.com/my-joy-in-winter

Hot Butter Baby

he walked into the room

looking like sliced butter on a hot knife

every woman stopped and stared

she allowed a smile to slip across her lips

knowing he was hers

and only hers

at that moment she felt

great power

a superior feeling

every woman

wanted him

and wanted

to be her

Finding Her Prince - International Kissing Poetry Theme

K I S S I N G  everyone remembers this sing song chant as kids. Well today our poetry theme is kissing but we threw in international. Be sure to visit the links below to see how each writer interrupted their own poetry/prose with this theme.

💋💋💋💋💋💋

sweaty there he stood
a vision in shorts
his hair dangling curls

sparkling deep brown eyes
a disarming smile he gave
and biceps to thrill

who would have thought she
they would find love internationally
across the big blue ocean

kissing in Germany
their hearts beat with the swaying train
love or so they say

kissing in Itlay
while riding the gondola
with stars shining bright

gazing in his eyes
holding tight to the moment
never letting go

small town country girl
international kissing
so dreams do come true


Karen at Baking In A Tornado
Kim at Writer Junkie
Diane at On The Boarder 
Lydia at Cluttered Genius

Their Love

Her dreams were deeper than the enchanted forest,

higher than the mountains,

wider than the open prairie,

and his love took her to places she had never known.

Her heart was full.

Her blood coursed through her veins

faster, stronger, and freer than before.

Her vision was sharper.

Her mind was clearer.

Her breathing was deeper.

Her dreams were more vivid,

and she owed it all to his love.

A love that ran true, strong, deep, and passionate.

A mature love 
of friendship and companionship

and it had stood the test of time.

It had weathered the strain.

it had climbed the laborious mountain of pain

and stood on the crest of the mountain

like a roaring lion

screaming at the mountain top. . .

"WE HAVE SURVIVED!"

and are stronger and more resilient for it.

Their love endured forever...

A Bootiful Scream

Good morning! Today is an attempt at poetry by myself and poetry submissions from my blogger buddies. I hope you enjoy it and visit the others. We post once a month and each month have a different theme. As we are all different, each bloggers take on the them is different. At the bottom of the post you will find links to the other brave souls.

A Boo-tiful Scream

She walked gracefully by the stones,
cold and hard like her heart.
her fingers skimmed the tops
feeling the cold hard stone,
wet with evening dew 
causing her to shiver.
A thrill ran through her.
     an owl screeched,
          a limb snapped,
her breath caught in her throat.
A breeze picked up her skirt
and tossed her hair about.
Walking under a tree
she became like a ninja,
as she walked through a spider's web.
The laugh escaped her lips
catching her off guard.
She whirled around to see if anyone was there.
Her eyes lit with mischief.
She began to run.
The faster she ran,
the freer she felt.
She ran until she collapsed
lying on the chilly ground,
panting like a deer for water.
She released a boo-tiful scream
It came from deep within,
     a soulful scream
          a scream of release
               a flood of emotions came with it.
The owl screeched again.
She could hear the crickets.
The wind caressing her skin.
she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She stood and walked away,
     forever changed. . .

by the boo-tiful scream


Be sure to read the other participants poetry!
Karen from Baking In A Tornado
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/10/you-scream-october-poetry.html

Diane from On The Border
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/09/scream.html

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Once, there was a time

I thought I would never heal.

Time marches on,

      life happens,

            hearts begin to mend.

My thoughts turn to you,

to happier times once shared.

I could not get you out of my mind.

You never left my heart.

     I gave in.

Forgiveness happened.

     We talked,

          we laughed,

               we healed,

                    we reconnected.

The love was still there,

we could no longer fight it.

Look at us now,

happy, whole and together.

It's amazing what happens when you forgive.

     Life moves forward,

          love blooms,

               clouds clear.

The storms may rage,

but you no longer weather them alone.

Standing on a hill looking down,

I can see clearly now

     YOU. . . my soulmate

     YOU. . . my love

     YOU. . . my forever

It's amazing what happens when you forgive

Truth

You told me you loved me
I believed you
You told me you were true
I believed you
You told me you'd never leave
But now we both know the truth