Category Archives: poetry

National Poetry Month – Day 17

April 17 – Prompt: “Your weakest point of insecurity.”

It might be a personality trait, a comment someone said all those years ago – a deep, deep fear. Either way, its time to release it. Give it a name and shed light on it by way of words – your own words. Healing. Redemptive. Liberating.

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“Defenseless. Broken.

Nothing but trash on the floor.

Unable. Unspoken.

Couldn’t become more…

Vulnerable. Wanted!

Value beyond compare.

Empowered. Undaunted –

Because He met me there.”

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 13

April 13 – Prompt: “How do rainy days make you feel?”

Rain doesn’t always act as a lady should,

but respect – she always demands.

And her wildness of nature is endearing

as I see myself in her every dance.

So even if the storms rage for days,

And wind angrily blows about,

And the clouds let loose their bolts of light

As the thunder begins to shout…

There’s something calming about the chaos

And a gentleness to the rain

That lets me know I’m not alone –

Even nature can release it’s pain.

The rawness of all emotion found within her

Whether percieved as good or bad,

Allows me a sense of freedom in her presence

As I have rarely before had.

And if she can bellow out her fury

And still cause the flowers to bloom,

Something even more beautiful than this storm

Shall soon fill this now empty room.

And if I can just keep pushing on until I notice

New growth bursting forth like fresh blades of grass

I’ll know the worst is ending soon

And good things will come to pass.

– B. Biter 2019

National Poetry Month – Day 9

April 9 – Prompt: “I hope that you _______.” As a reminder, you’re welcome to write along! The prompts come from @indelibleinkwriters on Instagram, and the more the merrier. I love reading what everyone puts to paper and shares!

I hope that you…

…Speak up for what is right and true

And those things weighing heavily on your mind.

…Seek the beauty all around you,

Leave insecurities and labels behind

…Give what is owed to those whom it is due,

And always choose curiosity over being refined.

– B. Biter

National Poetry Month – Day 5

April 5 – I’ve decided to take a break from the prompts by @IndelibleInkWriters on Instagram today and do my own thing. Still a poem, however! I hope you enjoy.

You

I wonder what Your laugh is like.

Does it ripple like the sea?

Is it warm and soft like a teddy bear…

Would it make all my darkness flee?

Do Your eyes dance like wildflowers

When a breeze begins to blow?

Would they melt away my sadness

As the sun melts the winter snow?

Does Your smile play across Your lips

Like hummingbird wings flutter…

Or does it glide smoothly on,

As a seal would through the water?

Would Your arms be safe and loving,

As gentle as a breeze upon my face?

Are they a firm and unfailing shelter

…Like a cave’s alluring embrace?

Does Your love paint the sunset,

As it spreads quickly across the sky?

Is it the reason you made mountains,

Whose beauty makes me sigh?

And do I glimpse Your power

In a storm that cracks with lightening?

Does it rebuke as would the thunder,

With a voice deep and frightening?

And yet…Is it Your gentle spirit I feel

As I hold a newborn babe to my chest?

Did You give me such a picture

Of how that Spirit can bring me rest?

And does Your peace grow as beautifully

As the morning glories I so adore?

Is it like the calmness that settles into

My soul as I witness the ocean’s roar?

Does Your faithfulness stretch as far

As the universe seems to do?

Is that why my every question

Just leads me back to You?

– B. Biter

National Poetry Month – Day 4

April 4 – Prompt: “Your favorite body part on yourself”

My Eyes

“Two small pools of the lightest blue,

Show the world a most gentle hue,

And reflect the best of what they see –

To them, your potential isn’t some mystery.

And yet, to some, they are cold as ice

As if I wouldn’t have to think twice

If you should cross me or hurt my kin,

They would never again let you in.

But if you can be gentle with your strength

You’ll find there is no end to the length

Of what they allow you to see inside –

The soul no longer something they wish to hide.

They have watched as things change,

And seen how one can rearrange,

Yet hold on to what remains most true

To the bits and pieces of what makes you – you.

And should I never see through them again,

I’ll carry the lessons learned deep within

As I remember those beautiful blues

And share a sould fulfilled that one cannot lose.

– B. Biter 2019