Everything Gone I was shocked beyond belief Everything has gone -even his teeth No skin, no clothing -not even hair Everything has gone, even his bum was bare The liquid had burnt away his nose and right eye Everything has gone -the cruelty, the horror, why oh why ##poetsin #poetry #rhyme #horror #gone

#life After Prompt: Write a story about losing someone and repairing yourself after that loss. "We did all we could" said the middle-aged doctor as he wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. He was clearly exhausted and affected by the loss of his patient, my brother Simon. Earlier that day, there had been an explosion in the flats where we all had lived for over two decades. Mum had wanted us to move out to the countryside, but us kids had refused. Simon had even done a "sit-in." Such good times. Now he is gone from this world. Mum hasn't stopped crying since. We are all still in shock. We had to call the doctor out for mum. She won't come out of Simon's room. She sits holding onto his jumper, sobbing for hours. I miss my brother so much. I feel lost and I am trying so hard to look after everyone. I made sausage and mash for my little brother and sister. I plated mum's dinner up, but it was still untouched 2 days later. The funeral gave us all a chance to say goodbye to Simon. It was a lovely service and so many of Simon's friends came. Mum was in a right state as the coffin was lowered into the ground. We all said our goodbyes. My brothers and I have all become a lot closer since Simon died. I think we've all realised that you only get one #life and it's too short. As the days, weeks, and eventually months passed by, I felt incredibly guilty. Somedays I only thought or remembered Simon twice or three times per day. This made mum very angry. She was sitting in Simon's room for hours at a time. The pain I felt in my heart when Simon died is still there, but it's not as painful. My brothers and I talk daily. We try to get together at least once a week. We all sit and reminisce about growing up and our dearly departed brother, Simon. It's evidently clear that we all miss him. His death has brought my siblings and I closer together. I recently discovered some paperwork that gave details of the recipients who gained Simon's organs he donated. To begin with, I was horrified that someone is walking about, living their lives, with parts of my brother inside of them. It took a while to get my head around it, but now I'm pleased that something good has come out of my brother's death. I'm in the process of replying to the letters that the donor organisation sent. Hopefully soon I'll get to meet the recipients of the organs Simon donated. Such an unselfish act. But that's how Simon was in #life, and now after his death. Even my mum has shown that by Simon donating organs, he lives on. ##poetsin #prose #death #organdonating #healing

George Prompt: Write a letter to your first love. (Written as a 13-year-old to George Michael) Dear George, Today my heart was broken into lots of pieces. My dad showed me the article and photographs of you with that tall, blonde model. It broke my heart. It's funny, because my best friend Zoe, said you look like a girl. She even went as far as to say you look like you should have a boyfriend –not a girlfriend!! I'm not friends with her anymore. I can't wait to show her the magazine picture of you and your girlfriend on holiday. I wish I went on holiday at the same place as you. I could show you my dance routine to Young Guns! ##poetsin #letter #love #georgemichael #teenagedreams

Goldfish I swim around and around in this bowl Past the castle, a silly skull, it's really taking its toll The coloured gravel that's on the bottom It's dirty, grubby, in fact, it's bloody rotten Round and round I swim and float The giant faces stare and gloat ##poetsin #poetry #goldfish #fishbowl

Not Naughty Prompt: Write a letter (age 8) as a #poem to Santa about not being on the naughty list. I thought I should write this letter to you I need to say sorry –what else can I do? I've got some birthday money, and pocket money as well I'm really really sorry, I'm sure you can tell I'll replace the window –the broken glass I'm the bestest Lego builder in my class I've seen pieces of glass in someone's garden on the way to school I'll knock and ask if we can have it all So I'll have it mended as good as new I'll fix the window –what else can I do? Oh Santa, this year I've tried so very hard To be very good, not get into bother and stay on my guard I know you're watching from far far away All through the night and each and every day So you'll have seen how good and nice I've been I've been nice to my sister and kept my room clean I've stopped being bossy and always in charge I helped dad in the garden which is very large I know all the girls and boys are put on a list I can't stop thinking about the toys I'm gonna miss So please Santa, rethink your decision about me I promise I'll be as good as I can be!! ##poetsin #poetry #santa #naughtylist #writingprompt