Colored Strangers

While I was walking home,
someone called my name.
A genderless body
wearing a sunny smile,
a mist-kissed scent,
and a sunset orange glow.

“Hello, my name is love.
I know I might be hard.
But would you come
with me, tonight?”

Before my surprised tongue
could let a word roll out,
another face came,
wearing the blanket of
a pitch black night,
and the smoke of
a melting rubber
on its upward flight.

“Hey, I am hate.
No, don’t hesitate.
I am an easier
company, mate.”

My unsure feet
step back, one…
and then two…
Inhale and exhale,
my choice is due.

I’d rather be fried
under a sun angry
with love,
than sip
whiskey under
a calm moon
without love.

©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

For dVerse Unseen Things.

getting there: a senryu for TLT

Dusting gun powders,
digging buried bomb shrapnels,
dark road of hate clears.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo by Manu Sanchez via Unsplash

In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week 100!!! (Oh how I miss three-lining! 😀

Crossing Continents

we agreed to
dig and dig,
down under where
the worms and seeds
sleep and sleep.

for at the middle
of this continental-crossing
we promise to
fin’lly meet.

let’s say pardon
to the roots our
shovels will
step on.

let’s say bye
to the above earth
we’ll forget as we
move on.

for we will meet
beyond borders
of the map.

for we will live
away from hate,
yes, towards love.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to Underground by paul scribbles.
Bring me a poem from your underground travels and haul it back to the surface for us all to read. Happy writing.

Love the Way You Hate

How your eyebrows rise
when I start to speak.
How your mouth tries to swallow
your envy’s upcoming leak.

How I love to see your
angered-colored face.
How I admire how you
contain such hateful maze.

And in case you haven’t heard it yet,
you got to love before you can hate.

Note: I am not quite sure if this suits the prompt (irony). Please enlighten me, Frank. 🙂 Thank you!
©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash

In response to dVerse‘s Meeting the Bar: Irony by frankhubeny.


Handmade Bridge

New Beginnings by Ally Saunders

Take my hand and theirs
regardless of religion or race.
We are all earth’s only heirs
with limited time and space.

Let’s make a burning bridge
made of united hands and hearts
to cross and conquer the sea of hate
killing humanity and love.

©2017 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Painting by Ally Saunders available at her website.

In response to dVerse‘s Poetics: Ally Saunders – A Closer Look by Mish.
Fellow dVerse Poets, your prompt today is to take a closer look at Alley’s collection featured within the post OR from her website. Look within yourself, find your own interpretation and write a poem. When using an image of Ally’s work, please remember to credit it properly with her name and a link to her website,


Dear Hatred*


*A  free verse “Dear Series” collaboration with my poetry Queen, my dear soul-sister, my cheerleader and encourager, my lovely friend, Nandita of Manan Unleashed.

Do you know that hate is a double-edged sword?
If not, let Nandita  and I show you how and why.

Dear Hatred*

Drink me like a toxic soup
taste my cold bitter curse,
as I slowly, surely swoop
in between your brain’s curls.

In and out, you are so bitter,
you are no sugar-coated pill,
I must help you feel better
let me drink you to the fill.

Brought by tainted past
you can never forget,
I will remain and will last,
your heart I will torment.

Your past must have been hard,
anger is just masked fear.
Don’t let the future be a shard
pricking everyone near.

Kill me, yes you can,
blow my dark flaming fire.
Forgiveness, no less than
is my only bane for hire.

Let kindness be your lance,
your bane will turn into boon.
Dear Hatred, give love a chance,
love, I know, will find you soon.

Photo: Unsplash

Thank you Nandita for another great duet! I am loving our pen-partnership more because your talent in stanzas is just contagious! ❤ 

Read the rest of our Dear-Series:

Dear Distance

Dear Envy


PHOTO PROMPT - © Sandra Crook

Mom always says “don’t let the sun come down without patching things up and don’t forget to kiss or even say goodbye”.

But last night was the worst argument that we had.

For the first time in almost sixteen years of marriage, he slept on the sofa and went to his office without saying goodbye.

I am sipping my fourth cup of black coffee, still to pacify my rage, when the phone rings.

“W-w-wait! What?”

“Heart attack?!”


“Dead!? Are you kidding me!!!


Stunned. Shocked.


This can’t be.

Time is fleeting, I should have said goodbye this morning.

Word count: 100 words

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Sandra Crook

In response to Friday Fictioneers prompt for 19 February 2016.

Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by the generous Fairy Blog-Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction.

Read more great 100-word short stories here:

Mondays Musings: On Holding Anger

Monday Musings

Start the week with some wise words worth pondering. – rosemawrites

Last week has been so fun as Writing 101 has been really an enjoyable class packed with awesome bloggers/classmates.

Today’s Monday Musings is inspired by our Day 9 assignment, particularly by Annie and TLizzy. These two have all the right to live with hatred but they chose the opposite direction. 

So here is my word-to-ponder for this week:

Image by JJP at

From: The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom

The Five People You Meet in Heaven

My thoughts:

I am honestly not a forgiver. I keep records of wrongs. I may say I forgive you, but I will surely not forget.

But as I grow, as I experience rejections, as I experience life’s harsh realities, I have learned that everything really happens for a reason.

Someone may have wronged you, but that is the best way to make you stronger. 

Someone left you, but after that you discover that you are more capable than you think you are. 

I am not a ‘perfect forgiver’ yet. But I am working on it.

Because you forgive not because the person deserves forgiveness. You forgive because you deserve to be free. 

Is there a person that have wronged you that you still haven’t forgiven?

Is there a way to forgive easily?

I would love to hear it from you.