Tag Archives: tears

Chuckle

Whenever I get the urge to chuckle 

I try to restrain my laughs

Less hot tears should catch me unaware 

All those times I had a few laughs

Grief and tears came from nowhere

For many a laugh, it’s true

Unexpected sadness does hit you

(Sheen-April2017)

Daily Prompt 

Chuckle

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Blur

My eyes blur as they look at you

Hot tears fall down on your grave

Can you feel my presence here

Or you lie unmoved by my tears

Evening draws near it will soon be dark

I have to leave, will soon depart

A year will pass before I come again

To visit you and see your grave

(Sheen-Febuary2017)

DAILY PROMPT

Blur

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.

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Disaster

Disaster suddenly occurs

When it’s least expected

Suddenly moves overhead and is there

Grief floors a person unaware

A gut wrenching feeling takes over

Why did it happen for whatever reason

Sadness and tears overwhelms a person bare

(Sheen-April 2016)

 

DAILY PROMPT

Disaster

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Colorful

He couldn’t see beyond her mein

A colorful web bond him unseen

He drew nearer and fell into the dark depths

Slowly fate unraveled unforeseen

A life thrown away, without mercy trampled upon

Tears and lament for what life could have been

(Sheen-April2016)
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Singing in the Rain

Continuous rain makes me glum and sad

Would prefer for it to not appear

The falling of rain looks like tears falling

Of an unhappy person in despair

Wish it would go away and disappear

Leaving the skies for the sun to cheer

(Sheen)

DAILY PROMPT

Singin’ in the Rain

Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the roof… describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.

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One Day of my Life

Trio No. 3
by Ben Huberman
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

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I was tired, and covered with dust, and grime. I had worked at cleaning my place the whole day. I had reached home from Riyadh, after two months. Lala (my elder brother) had come to fetch me from the airport.

After sitting in his car, I requested him to take me to the CSD Complex first before taking me home. I needed to stock up on eatables like milk, eggs, chickens, bread, vegetables — everything necessary to start my kitchen once again. The shopping done, Lala dropped me home, leaving me in the driveway with my bags and groceries.

Making my home habitable took the remaining part of the day. It was night now. I badly needed a shower to clean myself from the dust which had settled down in my hair, and on my face.

I turned on the tap. There was a minute trickle of water. I realized that the water tank must be empty. We had used up all the water to do the cleaning. Noman (servant) must have forgotten to turn on the machine to fill the water tank. I was really mad at his forgetfulness. I couldn’t ring the bell for him, knowing once he went off to sleep, you couldn’t wake him up. My (late) husband used to go, and bang his door, when he won’t answer, but for me it wasn’t appropriate.

Shedding tears of frustration, I went to the kitchen to retrieve two bottles of water from the fridge. They were cold, but I needed to wash my hands, and for the ablution before saying my Isha Prayers.

You can imagine how awful I felt with making do with so little water.
Everything clean except for me.

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