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Tag: Prompt 8
Sestina -Irish History Novel
Charles Egan wrote a bit of history of the Irish 1 The late 1840’s were cruel for the Irish Potato crops were a staple of the Irish A blight on the crops starved many of the Irish Rotting from the center, devastating the Irish And…
What Do Emojis Mean? 1/2 marathon poem #8
What Do Emojis Mean? 1/2 marathon poem #8 What do emojis mean I guess that’s up to you What are emojis for I don’t have a clue What do emojis mean They’re all a bit silly They don’t belong here This is poetry. (C) Scott…
Hieroglyph
I part my lips to speak To find no sound leaves them My heart is crushed by the burden Of being unable to express to you All that is within My blood surges for you My arms unable to reach Would you ever know how…
Prompt Eight (8): Will Two Cups of this Poison Do? [Hour 8]
Will two cups of this poison do? Only if one cup is not poisoned? Or if both are. You go first! Who poisoned them? I thought you did? Did you? Not that I recall? I don’t drink tea or coffee? Do you drink poison? Every…
New America (Emoji Poetry Challenge)
Oh Revolt! My Revolt! Old America is dying And this voyage is about to come to an end. Climate change Pandemic Economic collapse Buried hate TVs and phones burn bright. Old ghosts can not rest. Kids killed. Daddies killed. Mommies crying. …
He, That Tries
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way… – Dylan Thomas, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ We tend to ignore those who play it safe; the wild among us celebrated…
My Inner City Classroom Pantoun
‘Round and ‘round the hatred goes by day in the classroom, at night on the news how or why it starts, nobody ever knows even when it’s personal, haters seem confused by day in the classroom, at night on the news verbally, physically, my…
Prompt 8 – I Was Alone
I was alone. I felt, with the deepness of my heart, That I could not escape this Feeling which consumes me. I felt, with the deepness of my heart, A rush of breathlessness, a Feeling which consumes me And threatens to pull me under. A…