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We all have a different interpretation of what the word hope means to us.

To want something to happen or to be true, and usually have a good reason to think that it might

The Cambridge dictionary definition of hope.
So I’ve decided to think about what the word Hope means to me.

Hope is the ability to see the silver lining in one’s darkest moments.
Hope is about having the strength to hold on to a belief that no matter how scary and overwhelming life can be at times -we can get through those moments because we have done before.
Hope is holding into the belief that we can get better. We can grow and achieve our goals, dreams, and become the person we want to or aspire to be.
We all find different meanings in words. There is no wrong answer.

I decided to start writing ✏️ down words that I associate with the word Hope

Trust

Life

Goals

Opportunities

Achieving

Honesty

Love

Truth

Family

My daughter

Friends

Desire

Action

Education

Humanity

Creative outlets

Growth

Confidence

Emotions

Dreams

Fears

Here is 3-minute Acrostic poem I wrote about hope 🙏

H ear heavenly angels descent.
O pen ears; wings in full flight.
P assion stirred; Fears dissolve.
E motions soar; new day begun.

Posted in POETRY

Squwark sounds byte

Aug 7

Posted by Daisy Willows

https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4

Shake it

… shake it baby

prompting

This

Behaviour.

Uptempo Keys

unsilence the drama

a

hip-pity

a happy Russian Soviet bass choir impersona

caricature

I can’t rap

But I do

got flow

70% water — can’t make this shit up…

Scientists don’t discriminate-

Updated stream filled in

by today’s quantified current

His-

the premier

First and foremost a muse of note —

scale down the scratch post

lude blues.

Look

Above

common clouds count in beats

search for a pulse in

Metropolis Metronome

Vinylise –

no more inches to add to her form

other than to

intro- apple -genuisly feed

a podcast

worthy for wonderlands flowers to perform ?

‘mo brain mo crane’

Fly to the East

Sigh to the West

side with the South

Hustle with the true north.

Whatever get’s these words out

If this riff sounds willowy

Shucks,Throw in a hillbilly

Sound squwarks

Splat!

doo wee

doo wop

Guess what?

ain’t apologising for being an invader of my own rythmic space.

R. iveting

I.nsightful

P.ost

ha ha when you cha cha.

It’s dead.

‘it’s gone,Gym’

Giblets strutting down this street.

Shake a tail feather to those with the Harmonised Harlem shufflers feet.

Footwork.

Intro

Outro

vitro –

Dutch flowers

chiming the bell

toll

Modest mouse slam beatbox a scat cat.

improvise the blues in fluent meow-skies —

Stop.

Hammer time

Tell her where she lost the plot?

The living aint easy

life hint

Where is she at?

doing the wriggle worm , 8 years young

thinking ,

‘ maybe I’m a kid ‘— kidders rights to think

‘maybe I am shit hot.’

Impervious to the nonsense .

Tolerate her apparent nonchalance.

wind down tempo

No more Scratching ideas shape throw your hands in the air

Hit, publish —

have no shame telling people move on to another cloud

Your content is your own style and flair.

Sometimes you gotta groove the ghetto to let up some get up and get some get go.

Posted in POETRY

2 Comments

Tags: Emotions, In Yer Face poetry, My poetry, poetry challenge, Stream of consciousness, writing prompts

Willful wrong

(a stream of consciousness borderline poem unrevised)

Whilst fleeing from the echoes of ‘you were in the wrong’. The Screws twist torture upon entering her 4th chamber.

Inside her bloody mind. Dried & pressed between her breasts

Leaves, stained by painting the roses red.

Long live to leave the Queen of Hearts

Lovers lost: Lovers found -past & tense -future is uncertainty abound.

Forever locked in a gaze with the omniscient eyes of Janus

Uncalculated, her actions motivated by too much heart. Unruly emotions betrayed her by treason. Penelope, she is not for a reason.

Lost to thoughts in solitude until reunited with like-minded misfits caught up in the cycles we call seasons.

* Inspiration for Acrostic poetry word ‘willful’ came from how some people describe me & I wrote this cos the one person I thought would “get” how complicated relationships are (didn’t). #write to recover and keep me sane.

willful

adjective

will·ful | \ ˈwil-fəl \

variants: or wilful

Definition of willful

1: obstinately and often perversely self-willed a stubborn and willful child

2: done deliberately : INTENTIONALwillful disobedience

Synonyms & Antonyms for willful

Synonyms

balky, contrary, contumacious, defiant, disobedient, froward,incompliant, insubordinate, intractable, obstreperous, rebel,rebellious, recalcitrant, recusant, refractory, restive,ungovernable, unruly, untoward, wayward

Antonyms

amenable, biddable, compliant, conformable, docile,obedient, ruly, submissive, tractable

Posted on May 3, 2019 | Aside

Good Grief

Apr 21

Posted by Daisy Willows

Grief it churns out carbon dioxide

Thoughts lead by military force

Grief it strikes you across your cheek

If you dare ignore the ones hurt by your defeat

Grief it conjures a body to sway against life’s tide

Grief is tics revealed by neurosis

Call it the quacks to lead us to another direct line

You will be just fine

Shift a bit in the corner

Let it leave our hearts

For a retrieval

A chance to shine

Turn to this moment.

March forwards to a beat instilling a sense of playful footwork to the dance of living by being.

*writing poem challenge: describe grief in physical terms

Posted in POETRY

Wednesday’s WOW or woe poetry prompt

Dec 6

Posted by Daisy Willows

Today’s creative writing prompt was tough. It may not be great a catastrophic arrangement of words but at least I had a go 😉

For today’s poem, use at least three of the six words listed below in your poem (title counts). Three is the minimum, but you know I’m going to try use all six of these:

sidereal

recruit

magnetic

compact

whippoorwill

carbon

Writers Digest

Starry Intentions forgotten -blamed the sidereal;

Diminished hope hides a worthy recruit.

Bribe a whippoorwill -reclaim my song

for if lost -renders me carbonless.

insight’s breathe revitalises my garden

compact within . Evaluated beliefs reveal magnetic strength .

Have a go! Check out the link below

WRITERS DIGEST

for loads of writing ideas and writing shizzle

Posted in POETRY, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION

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Tags: Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, poems, poetry challenge, writing prompts

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Hope

Squwark sounds byte

https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4

Shake it

… shake it baby

prompting

This

Behaviour.

Uptempo Keys

unsilence the drama

a

hip-pity

a happy Russian Soviet bass choir impersona

caricature

I can’t rap

But I do

got flow

70% water — can’t make this shit up…

Scientists don’t discriminate-

Updated stream filled in

by today’s quantified current

His-

the premier

First and foremost a muse of note —

scale down the scratch post

lude blues.

Look

Above

common clouds count in beats

search for a pulse in

Metropolis Metronome

Vinylise –

no more inches to add to her form

other than to

intro- apple -genuisly feed

a podcast

worthy for wonderlands flowers to perform ?

‘mo brain mo crane’

Fly to the East

Sigh to the West

side with the South

Hustle with the true north.

Whatever get’s these words out

If this riff sounds willowy

Shucks,Throw in a hillbilly

Sound squwarks

Splat!

doo wee

doo wop

Guess what?

ain’t apologising for being an invader of my own rythmic space.

R. iveting

I.nsightful

P.ost

ha ha when you cha cha.

It’s dead.

‘it’s gone,Gym’

Giblets strutting down this street.

Shake a tail feather to those with the Harmonised Harlem shufflers feet.

Footwork.

Intro

Outro

vitro –

Dutch flowers

chiming the bell

toll

Modest mouse slam beatbox a scat cat.

improvise the blues in fluent meow-skies —

Stop.

Hammer time

Tell her where she lost the plot?

The living aint easy

life hint

Where is she at?

doing the wriggle worm , 8 years young

thinking ,

‘ maybe I’m a kid ‘— kidders rights to think