She stoops down and picks a flower

For me she wants to shower

A twinkle in her eyes

A smile so wide

She reaches down and touches the grass

She falls down on her on her___

A tear falls from her face

Then I pick up my pace

I grab her in my arms

And we walk back to the farm

My little bundle of joy

Holding her first Easter toy

Finding her first colored egg

For more candy she begs

Bunnies and chocolates so sweet

My little girl’s first Easter with  treats.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd



Lost Soul

Lost Soul

One soul broken

A lonely token

Don’t know what I did

Seems its been there since a kid

A single pebble on the beach

No one seems to reach

Deep thoughts tend to ring

Inside I silent sing

They say there is a reason

For each one in a season

I stand here alone today

Lost can’t find my way

Written by,

Terry Shepherd




Silence in a stone

Solid unbreakable

A face of many colors

Reflections in the eyes

Cast dark shadows

That no one can recognize

Unless you’ve passed before

Written by,

Terry Shepherd


Refreshed Mind

Driving in my car, down the country road. I swerve the familiar bumps. I have my music playing. A soft music I was in love with in the seventies. I see my familiar deer. It looks like a couple of deer added to their families, I smile.IMG_0103

Red-winged birds sitting on the fence post. A neighborhood of Robins near-by. The smells of the country enter my nostrils. It is such a nice change from the city air.

robinI am on my way to my familiar spot. A secret place where no one has discovered. A calming atmosphere where I can get away from my life and try to sort confusing thoughts.quote Do you ever feel like this? Life gets backed up. Thoughts bash against each other in your mind causing your head to spin.

I slow down as I see the open area coming upon me. I stop and turn the key off. The radio is silenced. All I can hear is the chatter of crickets and birds. I get out of the car and open the trunk.

Taking the old, familiar blanket out I walk to my spot. Spreading it out on the over-grown, soft grass, I sit down and take a deep breath.weeds I lay down, and my breathing slows. Fresh air fills my lungs. I rewind the week. The hurtful words I heard. The busy schedule I have at work. Saying yes when I should have said no.

I let it fall out of my thoughts and dream a new goal. It is so awesome to dream. Do you dream about days ahead?purse 2 I feel this is something that helps us keep moving forward. I think about what is important in my life. I mentally count the goals I have not reached yet. I place those in order and will myself to finish them before I leave this earth.

I hear a branch crack. I look up to see a doe straight ahead of me. I am in his territory I suppose, but I found it first. I watch him and he stares at me. Soon mama comes and nudges him the other direction.

This takes me back to earlier days when I had my little ones. Some days seemed the same. Other times there was so much going on I wondered what the kids and I had shared that day.

Where did the time go? It doesn’t seem possible that I can still see my babies laying in their plastic beds at the hospital and now they are grown and have their own children. I smile, as I think about each one and the joy they have brought to my life.

I close my eyes and soon drift on to dream land. I see myself running through tall grasses. I am a child of innocence. I hear my laughter. I see my long-blonde hair flowing in the breeze. I am holding yellow, wild flowers in my chubby little fingers.

I wake up and I feel wetness on my cheeks. I knew they were tears of happiness of days I once lived. I wiped the tears and rolled over on my back. I placed my arms under my head. I stared at the blue sky with the huge cotton balls passing 6 When my mind is emptied, I stand up and grab my blanket. I walk back to the car, placing the blanket back in its spot. I get in my car. I turn my familiar music back on. I drive back home to the city with a renewed, and refreshed mind.

Poetry Contest

The cover photo on this page is a photo of a grim reaper from the defunct show, “Dead Like Me”. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

The grim reaper is a personification of bringing death. What is death? Every country, culture, and in history explain it differently. You may write a poem in any style or form ONLY about death- what is it to you? Post the poem only. Explanation about your poem is permissible.

No other photos. Poems with photos will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem.

Contest will be from March 24 until March 31, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. We are starting a death and dying series for National Poetry Month for April. Other weeks will feature grieving and the afterlife.

grim reaper
Death, a very scary word
Like the crow, a big black bird
A word that brings
Me to hide all things
I will never die, do you hear?
Death will never come knocking here
Then everything  one day had changed
I sat with my doctor in full range
While I listened, I heard him say
Terminal, oh, no freaking way!
No way back, no way out
My biggest fear now I got
Facing me I hear the words they say
Pray, pray it will go a way
Take it easy, no exercise, that’s the key
Don’t matter what they say death’s looking for me
Waking up each and every day
Not feeling good can’t wish it away
Eating has lost its flavor for me
Weight falling off for all to see
Laying here on my death-bed now
Ready to go crazy and have a cow
I  open the drawer and look within
I see the Bible that tells my sin
I wipe off the dust, I open a page
I learn I need to open my cage
I read and I read til my eyes can’t see
I wish I could stand then fall to my knees
I have no other choice but this I say
I open my lips and begin to pray
Please God don’t make me go through this alone
Promise me you’ll  be with me through covered stone
I saw the light and the angels too
The room turned soft and a milky blue
My trip from this life to heaven has now begun
And I find out I don’t really want to run
There is family and friends that I now I see
They are so friendly and waving at only me
To greet me and hug me; whisper words of love
All this has been waiting from those above
They hold my hand they touch my face
For now I’ve joined the angels race
I guess all those years I carried my fears
I worried for nothing, I shed those tears
For once again I’m with family and more
Now that I passed those golden doors.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd