Written for Ovi Poetry Challenge #70
Our inspiration word is “empty”
and this is my ovi,
Tag: Brokenhearted
The Girlfriend
Written for Friday Fictioneers where we are challenged
to be creative in 100 words or less using this image as inspiration.
“Gee, the house sure is quiet. I wonder where everybody’s gone. Bobby’s been a little distant lately and that makes me sad. I mean, we’ve been best buds ever since he was a little guy. We did everything together and he wouldn’t go anywhere without me. And he gave the best hugs at night. Shh! Here he comes now! Bobby! I just knew you wouldn’t leave without me. What’re we doing today?”
“I’m watching TV with Becky …. alone.”
“Gosh, Bobby. You’re my bestie. Who’s this Becky chick?”
“My girlfriend. Adios, Mr. Bill!”
“Ooh nooooo! Come back, Bobby ….
you little shit!”
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100 Words
This is Connie Francis with “Who’s Sorry Now”
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Broken-Down Heart
De Jackson (AKA WhimsyGizmo) is hosting
Quadrille #197: Look Sharp, Now! (Let’s Write A Poem)
at dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt word is “sharp”
and the word count for our poems is, of course, 44.
Now baby I know
that
you want me to give
myself
to you
but the pain I feel
is still so very
sharp
Since he left
me
for her
I’m lonely and blue
all day and night
even you
cannot
jumpstart
my broken-down heart
NAR©2024
44 Words
This is “The First Cut Is The Deepest” by Cat Stevens
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AND SO I DROWN
The prompt for today is Writing in One Sentence, challenge created by RXC:PROMPT #247, hosted by Reena
Just when I think there are no more tears left in me,
a thousand more worm their way out of the corners of my eyes
and trickle down my cheeks, falling on my breasts
as my fingers quiver over the keyboard,
its magnetic pull as strong as the waves of a tsunami
dragging me to you,
to reach out to you and lose myself in your eyes,
to dream of your hands on the small of my back
drawing me to you,
bringing out every passion every woman
throughout all of time has ever known
yet realizing if I do so I will lose myself forever
and so I drown in tears of sorrow and love and painful resolution;
O God, I despise my anguished body
which has turned against me so cruelly,
I hate these feelings I have for you,
and yet I delight in them
as I am devoured by the passion you have for me
and I die a million times over for I know the pain I suffer
will never allow me to be with you again,
the only one I truly long for.
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