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All poems loosely follow the rules of a Haiku.
prompt: sand castles
A day at the sea;
sun, beach and endless ocean.
Children are laughing.
Building sandcastles;
sea shells, sea stars, and pebbles
cover sandy walls;
Water in the moat,
towers reaching for the sky.
Look! So beautiful!
Then the sun falls down
into the deep blue water.
It's time to go home.
prompt: trapped / fandom: Jeremiah
Smith stared at the clock.
Feeling tired and annoyed.
Again an hour lost.
Again he had failed.
Had found out the truth behind
the presage too late.
God was merciless,
he refused to tell him all,
only strange fragments.
Smith cursed him often,
had tried to ignore the voice.
There was no escape.
His ultimate fate
was to be God's messenger
now and forever.
prompt: love in dark times / Fandom: The Walking Dead
He had never said:
'I love you' and he never would
get a chance again.
Much too afraid of
this new and scary feeling
he had denied it.
Had avoided it
to be together with her.
To enjoy her smile
her voice, her gestures.
Green-brown eyes, so beautiful.
Lips so warm and soft.
Daryl swallowed hard,
couldn't fight his tears for longer.
The angel was gone.
All she left behind
was a huge, dark emptiness.
He was lost forever.
prompt: sand castles
A day at the sea;
sun, beach and endless ocean.
Children are laughing.
Building sandcastles;
sea shells, sea stars, and pebbles
cover sandy walls;
Water in the moat,
towers reaching for the sky.
Look! So beautiful!
Then the sun falls down
into the deep blue water.
It's time to go home.
prompt: trapped / fandom: Jeremiah
Smith stared at the clock.
Feeling tired and annoyed.
Again an hour lost.
Again he had failed.
Had found out the truth behind
the presage too late.
God was merciless,
he refused to tell him all,
only strange fragments.
Smith cursed him often,
had tried to ignore the voice.
There was no escape.
His ultimate fate
was to be God's messenger
now and forever.
prompt: love in dark times / Fandom: The Walking Dead
He had never said:
'I love you' and he never would
get a chance again.
Much too afraid of
this new and scary feeling
he had denied it.
Had avoided it
to be together with her.
To enjoy her smile
her voice, her gestures.
Green-brown eyes, so beautiful.
Lips so warm and soft.
Daryl swallowed hard,
couldn't fight his tears for longer.
The angel was gone.
All she left behind
was a huge, dark emptiness.
He was lost forever.