Category: 100 Word Stories

#341 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

Sunlight shone upon her red hair splayed on the grass
The entire night spent sleeping under the stars
Birds chirping their mourning songs on branches.

Soon her parents will awaken when the cock crows
And tend to their chores as farmers do
Never wondering where their daughter might be this mourn

By afternoon the father wipes his sweaty brow
As he trudges towards the water well for a drink
Footprints in the dirt mask where she had been

Then mother calls out for her daughter
And wonders where that silly dreamer could be
Laying still upon the grass till mourn.

#340 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The funeral march began at dawn
Pallbearers numbered six in all
Stood shoulder to shoulder
A casket between them

No one knew who was inside
A death less important than the journey
Down the streets where all could see
They marched and marched endlessly

Everyone joined in time
The children mimicking their adults
The adults mimicking their ancestors
Of a ritual not long forgotten or fully remembered

Until the sun began to set
And whispered glances watched—waited
For the moment when the casket’s opened
Whoever’s inside left with a decision

Rise and face the world alone
Or return home

#339 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The rock was nestled in the sand.
Placed there in a time before man.
It was its home for centuries on
Watching life and nearly gone.

With the storm clouds rolling in
Another layer of life comes to an end.
The rock comes loose from the sand,
And moves as if by God’s hand.

Lightning sparks the pitch black sky,
Then the heavens start to cry.
The rock continues ‘cross the shore,
A last chance for something more.

A rock that once was stuck on land,
Leaves behind its endless plans,
For an uncertain world,
In the waters of old.

#338 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

When the men went walking through the night
They gathered all their weapons
All of them prepared to fight

Pitchforks, bats, chains, and knives
Were they all prepared to die?
None of them had told their wives

And when the rain began to fall
The clouds grew black
The spiders gathered on the wall

To watch the battle about to unfold
Between the men and beasts in kind
The former most naive and bold

They raised their weapons in the air
A crack of lightning—broken silence
There was little here to fear

Blood was shed
But who was dead?

#337 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The gentleman wore a blue suit,
When he walked into the lake.
With a gun prepared to shoot,
He knew what it would take.

The lake was only waist high,
But there was no place left to run.
Here is where he’s meant to die,
In that moment he dropped the gun.

And cried into the lake of tears,
For all the time he wasted.
And the many grueling years,
When he felt hated.

Now he’ll get his own back,
And teach them all a valuable lesson.
Of the kindness that they lack,
Before he sends them straight to heaven.

#336 King of Wands – Prince Inga

“Bring out the kid,” she clucked. We heard the rattling of chains, then a boy with shackles around his wrists and ankles appeared, led by two lizard guards.

“What’s the meaning of this? Where did you get him from?”

“Why is it your kind always ask the wrong questions. What you should be wondering is why we felt the need to chain him up. You’ll soon find out.” She gave the signal for the kid to be released, then returned to the safety of her cage.

The kid looked at us with hunger in his eyes and said, “I’m hungry.”