Text Prompt Write a poem about a moment of joy. Joyful Today I choose to be joyful. Revel in the little things. Bask in the sunshine of my everlasting glow. My skin warms up. My nerves lost control. Recall my purpose- I am. Forget all…
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Poetry Marathon Hour 18:
Did I really just write hour 18 – without typos? Yes, hell yes I did. Clearly, I’m in pretty good shape – which is awesome! I have loud rhythmic jazz blaring into my ears and I think that is partially to thank for the wonderous…
Pure Ecstasy (hour 18)
Waiting can be painful if you aren’t sure of the reason you are in the prison for the season but the moment you know and you can see it is pure ecstasy like an unfruitful couple gifted with twin diamonds after 20 years…
“Summer’s Heart”
A new generation of summer’s heart, Heat wave on skin, Touch from within, Not complaining though, It is worth a thing. Happy thoughts of promise A never ending kisses A young hearts small wish, Good young, Forever bliss. . . . Writer: M.E. Flores Hour18,…
Hour 17 #Personal Prompt
Many faces of Envy What form do you come in today Envy? Your grass is greener than mine. I bet you didn’t have to work hard for that. everything just falls in your lap. Envy which mask do you wear today? I don the pretentious…
Hour Seventeen – King or Beast
Hour Seventeen – “Write a poem that involves a mythical monster in some capacity, whether it’s as a side character, a prop, a villain or even the protagonist.” Ravana – King or Beast? Was he the King among kings? Carrying his ten heads…
Self Echo (Hour 18)
In loneliness eye My reflection laid very bare mirrored self despair
Poetry Marathon Hour 17:
Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit – there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…
Baby Factory (hour 17)
Osun, the river goddess is believed to bless barren women and not men with babies.
Carnivorous carnival (Hour 17)
Hope plays the role contrite, L’art Cullinaire served on despair, ‘You remember your place, my hold ever renewed!’ For what is flavour if loyalty, if yours is insipid impaired She basks on pleasantries, humouring my air, Callously agreeable, contented and shrewd, Hope plays the…