Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Things that Last

I’m Reposting this poem that I wrote back in 2018. I hope you like it.


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance


Things That Last

It’s only natural, I suppose,

That time makes fools of us all

A redolent aroma, up the nose

What rises up must one day fall.

A man of substance falls from grace

The skies, once blue, will turn to grey

Crumpled lines cover his perfect face

As time marches on from day to day.

The rotting decay of things once fresh

The aches and pains of ageing bones

All things must pass, our form, our flesh

Carved epitaphs on bare gravestones.

There are things that last beyond our time

That we can pass to our next of kin

Like, knowledge, wisdom and love sublime

Our kindness marks us deep within.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/August/2018


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance


Manic Monday’s 3 Way Prompt – Gift of your Heart.

This Story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday’s 3-way challenge.

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You may also wish to read my previous entry for the 3-way challenge:


The Word: Heart


When my life was in a shambles

and I was totally in a mess

You’d put your arm around me

and take away my distress, 


You’d dried each jewel-like tear

with a tender, loving kiss

but greatest of all, my dear, 

it’s your laughter that I miss.


You gave your heart to me,

so peaceful, calm, at rest, 

But how I wish that it could be,

still beating hard within your chest.


Now you’ve gone, and I’m alone.

You promised we’d never part.

But your love for me has shown,

I will always have your heart. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 19/November/2018



My Jaded Heart – A sad poem.

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My diary tells the story,

The pages wet with tears,

Of the many lonely hours,

And all the wasted years.


Once I wrote of youthful hopes,

Now my face is old and jaded,

My outer shell reflects my soul,

Where all my dreams have sadly faded.


Happiness was not predicted,

Not an aspect of my astral chart

Of love pains, I’ve never been afflicted,

But beats softly, my jaded heart.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty – 05/November/2019


I have included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Diary




Loves New Spring – A Pantoum

Yesterday evening was my final creative writing class…

The exercise was to write a story or poem about the ‘Last’ of something.

I bravely decided to write a Pantoum about the last day of Winter.

If you are not familiar with that form of poetry, it is quite restrictive and complicated.

The rhyming pattern is ABAB and the second and fourth line of the first stanza become the first and third of the second stanza, then the final stanza also has the first and third lines of the first stanza repeated as the second and last lines.  I said it was complicated, didn’t I?

Anyway here it is:

Loves New Spring

The final days of Winter came at last,

But still held the world in her icy grasp.

I looked back on dark days that had passed,

And feel loves painful grip unclasp.


It still held the world in her icy grasp,

But Winters harsh hand seemed to lift.

I feel loves painful grip unclasp,

Time healing that deep emotional rift.


The Winters harsh hand seems to lift,

And robins above begin their singing.

Time healing that deep emotional rift.

The pain around my heart unclinging.


Red robins above begin their singing,

Heralding winters passing breath.

The Pain around my heart unclinging,

But still, I cry for our love’s death.


In heralding winters passing breath,

I look back on dark days that have passed.

I mourned for our love’s fateful death,

Now Winter’s time recedes at last.


The End


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 06/July/2018


FOWC with Fandango — Love

Love, Unrequited? – A humorous love poem.

I wrote this poem the other day, but I have now added a final stanza that makes it a bit happier. I wished I could say that this poem is semiautobiographical, or at least the final bit,  but I’m afraid it isn’t. 


Cupid pulled back his bowstring

At his target, he took aim,

He hit me in my broken heart

Now I don’t feel quite the same.


It’s all a bit of a puzzle,

I’m not sure I feel so neat,

I don’t seem to sleep so well at night

And I can’t bring myself to eat.


I’m staring at adversity,

And productive, I am not,

Cupid! Why did you do this to me?

It was a cruel malicious shot.


For while you shot me well and good,

And my heart is now a flutter,

You didn’t bother to make a match

My love lies in the gutter.


So, Cupid please, get off your knees

And have another go,

Either cure me of this love disease

Or send me my Romeo.


And the new bit…

Cupid, you’re a splendid bloke,

For services, you should be knighted.

Because despite my fears and anguished tears,

My love turns out to be requited.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/July/2019 updated 24/July/2019


I have included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Productive


Tinselheart- A Christmas themed poem.

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I’ve wrapped my heart in tinsel,

after all, it’s Christmas time,

I hoped it would help me feel more jolly,

happy, joyful and sublime.

But instead, I’m cold and empty,

I’m not filled with Christmas cheer,

And though my heart is wrapped in tinsel,

no-one wants my love this year.


Copyright@ Kristian Fogarty 22 December 2019




50 Word Thursday – The Lonely Spot


the words:

“What had happened to him at that moment was what happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very shameful.” – Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. 


It was a lonely spot, behind the monastery walls, no one ever came there, or so he thought and he wasn’t alone. He’d brought his lover with him. Theirs was a love that had to be kept secret as not many people would have understood or tolerated.

As they held each other closely and he gave a kiss as if this was his last meal they were caught by surprise as one of the senior monks pulled back the bushes that had hid them both.

What had happened to him at that moment was what happens to people when they are unexpectedly caught in something very shameful. He blushed bright red all over his bare upper torso.

His partner, too, blushed as his own novice robes fell to the ground.

The Senior Monk just smiled and walked away in a nimble fashion, remembering his own experiences as a young man in love. He admired the tenacity of youth, the way they spun their web of lies just for a moment of affection. He would keep their little secret, they were welcome to the spot. Funny how they had chosen the same spot that he’d enjoyed all those many years ago.

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This story was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge, Click on the link below.

It is not too late to take part in this challenge, I will be posting all the results on Wednesday evening then a new challenge will begin again on Thursday. This weeks challenge will be hosted by Deb Whittam of the blog 24.


I have also included the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Tenacity


Empty Gestures – A multiple word prompt poem.

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Empty Gestures

You gave me this new bracelet, but an empty gesture, this is,

When all I really wanted was your loving hugs and kisses,

You bought me some lovely things, a car, a diamond ring,

But when you are miles away from me, they don’t actually mean a thing.

I’m not being contentious, I’m not trying to agitate,

Next to your company, these objects are just inadequate.

I never asked for diamonds, or that pink Cadillac too,

It wasn’t things like that I loved so much, it was only you.

Yet here I sit in my new car, a bracelet around my wrist,

The diamond ring, the clothes, everything, just make a sorry list,

Of items that just show one thing, the empty gestures that you send,

When all I want is your time, your love, why can’t you comprehend?

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 20/August/2019


I have included the following word prompts:


Twittering Tales – A change of heart.


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They’d been stuck on the island for seven years. At first, they’d hated each other. She thought he had a massive chip on his shoulder and he thought she was terribly stuck up.

It was only when the helicopter came to rescue them, did they realise they never wanted to be apart.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below:

Twittering Tales #148 – August 6, 2019


I have also included the following word prompt:

Twittering Tales – Love, extinguished.


Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at

It was a beautiful spot; Couples arrived at the secluded pool through a candle-lit passage. He’d had to scout hard to find the opening at the top.

Since she’d rejected him, he’d planned his revenge. The click of the trigger echoed in that bowl-shaped hollow. So did the screams.

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This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, see link below:

Twittering Tales #146 – 23 July 2019


I have also incorporated the following word prompts: