Short Story Poetry

On April 19th, our Facebook Group Administrator, Sir Mushtaque B. Barq, offered a Themed Prompt to write a short story in poetic form. Out of the countless responses received, seven were chosen and published on ILA Blog. A Train To Somewhere I remember my grandparents’ enclosed porch,
their Boston Terriers nipping at my heels
as I entered the yard. I enjoyed the reminiscences,
repeated at each visit.
I reveled in the laughter that ensued
after each anecdote about my childhood was concluded. The story I remember most today
is the one about my lone field trip,
at the age of three,
to the neighborhood railroad tracks.
Little me, found by frantic people
and returned home safely. In later years, my grandmother,
Alzheimer ridden,
was found wandering
those same railroad tracks
by equally frantic people. I’ve wondered since
if we were looking for the same thing.


© Linda Imbler The Plight of a friend The night was dark,he was astray
I lit the lamp to guide his way
I dressed his wounds ,to ease the pain
But choice wasn't his ,though he wish to stay He hanged around just for the night.
He shared his hopes,his thought his plight
His restless pursuit for the brightest light
But the day ended he lost the sight In the silence of the night
He broke down and scream
Tears flowed out like endless stream
" Oh Lord MY God" don't take away my dream
Or my own people will treat me with disdain The day he left he waved in vain
On his face mirrored the sadness and pain
Another chapter of his life closed ,but didn't attain
His utmost goal remain ...
A dream © Banjie Romulo ''THE RESPONSE OF SILENCE'' You speak in silence and you wait for an answer .You knock the door of emotional heart,but you need the spring..Life you ask and dont to sing with the ungly loneliness...You listen the silence when your fears wear the clothes of the rain...When the silence perfumed with the aroma of happiness then you understand the meaning of life...Life is the sunshine soul with the beauty of kindness! Πέτρος Βελούδας (Petros K. Veloudas)
Greek Poet When Life Knocks On Door And you suddenly came in from nowhere land making me happy. Why is the world so mean that I was to be alone? I say to myself
And my hope turns
Into a (un)-hope "Why is this world rubbish where I can not be a happy" I say to myself
I say to the world
I need to pray
For myself
And life knocks on the door
Slammed first of all
And lastly
Kills me
My love
Forever
Again. © AMB MAID ČORBIĆ My First Wristwatch When I was young I did not have a wristwatch
I was contented that my arm has nothing attached
I just thought that perhaps having one is really fun
It never bothered me even if I did not have one From my auntie’s retirement pay, she bought me
A Timex watch, when I was studying at the university
I was really delighted for at last I have a wristwatch
But I must be careful so it will not be snatched My first wristwatch was a memento that I treasure
Though it was simple and cheap, it gave me pleasure
We stayed together for quite a number of years
When it broke down, almost sent me to tears. © Dolores Lapinid "The Story of My Great Grandparents" I wrote a letter and left it on the first page of my book,
Placed it in the box to the east, turned around yet made one last look.
I wonder if how long would it take for someone to pick it up,
The book that changed my life, the best genre in my cup. After a few months, someone finally messaged me,
After reading my letter, it was a woman from a big city.
Telling me, Hi! I'm Dianne from the Philippines, I read your letter.
My heart rapidly beating, I utterly couldn't take my eyes off her. That moment I knew I found the right woman in my life,
And so I traveled to her country and asked her to be my wife.
After forty years I told this story to my grand children,
And my only granddaughter asked me to tell our love story once again. © Rhoanne Lampacan Boado The story of my great grandparents Stand by What can I say?
Im stuck in loving you and letting you go.
the foundation of our love is quite shaky
still quite new, may be i can let go. I am much in love with your qualities
But not in the things you do
Im always hurt in slightest things i felt
im jealous of the people you praise
i envy with your sweet grace
i feel for me you never have time. Maybe, i don't love you that much
I complain at slightest lack of attention
i feel bad when you do not message me much
When you have time for others
And you just slight me off
Without much of love expression. I'm in between of loving and leaving you
Getting near or far from you
Knowing each other better or just stop on tracks
Oh babe, let me just stand still for a while.
Give a good look at you and smile
Sooner, i just have to decide.
Forward or goodbye?
My love, for now, i'll just stand by. Stand by © Mildred DJ Par

Short Story Poetry