I won't ask you to be mine Because you already are Just like I am yours. True, no one ever looks at us And thinks, soul-mates. Their narrow-minded eyes Cannot see beyond Conventional definitions Gifted to them years ago. For I'm The ladybird you're the butterfly Divided by species By ground and air. … Continue reading Fusion
Category: Prompts – Airplane Poetry Movement
I'll follow your trail No matter where it leads. For I am young Curious cat still alive Yet to tame my nose. For I am your Merida Lost in the forbidding Forbidden woods I hide keys and maps In my red locks. For I am brave My hands and legs Quivering My quiver of arrows … Continue reading Will-o’-the-Wisp
break in break out if you shout out they will call out your mouth your mouth break in break out i know you're right your rights your rights they know what's right what's wrong in here is wrong all through what's been what's been your ruse your ruse what's wrong in here or any where … Continue reading asylum
Airplane Poetry Movement Prompt this week - Waiting They wait, these angels Until she goes to sleep To stitch up her eyelids With gossamer threads, To weigh down her dreams To repair pieces of herself That she breaks in the day. They see, these angels Her light swaddled in dark. They try to show her … Continue reading Whole
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: Uncertainty Father's Day is coming up, and this poem is dedicated to my Appayya. He has always been the person who like things planned, likes items placed just so, doesn't like to take risks, likes to do the tried and tested. When I started making life choices that are outside … Continue reading Dear Appayya
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: Write a poem that begins and ends with the words, "I will dance." I will dance on your grave I will rip open all my wounds The very ones you gifted me And let the blood flow through The soil to you I will let a part of me rest … Continue reading Six Feet Under, It’s All Over Now
Prompt - Write an elegy to a part of you that you lost.
Prompt by Airplane Poetry Movement: "Write a poem from the point of view of a bullet leaving a gun." I was launched. I really didn't know why The grownups around me Are freaking out. I mean, I'm just a small round thing Born and made of earthly elements And I don't see a difference Between … Continue reading The Girl With No Ambition
Shweta Bhat Poetry 