Hideout, Optimism Is, Rage Is

I'm posting more poems written for prompts today. The prompts this time were to write a poem about a hideout, and to write a poem with an emotion as the title. I wrote two different poems for the second prompt because I thought it was an interesting challenge.

Hideout

When I was little, I would hide
in the bottom of my bedroom closet
beneath the hanging clothes,
amidst the bags and shoes on the floor.

When I was a little older,
I’d climb up and hide in the branches 
of the old maple tree
that grew outside our back door.

Now my favorite hideout
is being at home, cup of tea and book in hand,
with the phone turned off, and the doors locked.
Who could ask for more?

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Optimism Is

Sunshine peeking through the storm clouds.
Flowers thriving in the presence of weeds.
Continuing to garden in spite of drought.
Watching the weather and planting seeds.


Rage Is

…Grating, volatile shrieks.
…Fiery, scarlet red poison.
…Rumbling thunder shaking windows.
…Acrid, billowing, black smoke.
…Crashing, slicing, jagged lightning.
…Anger, exploding, uncontrolled.