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Training
There was a training this week. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! I couldn't publish anything on my phone or until I got home. So, I wrote the following sitting in the training when others were presenting.
Denise E LindquistPublished 2 days ago in PoetsColors - Poem
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
Shambhavee BhosalePublished 2 days ago in PoetsPericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
Tony MartelloPublished 2 days ago in PoetsBarloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
Tony MartelloPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe Final Roar
The time of giants, the greatest reign in history, was coming to an end. A beautiful clear cretaceous sky rapidly embraced a seismic rock hailed from space. The impact changed the story of life- forever.
Brianna CovernaliPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSunday Spirits
Mary, warm your stone soul Through the glass pours morning light We’re in our prime, and you’re a star You are my drink, my recipe, my cure
Christy MunsonPublished 2 days ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Polydactyl Pterodactyl
A Polydactyl pterodactyl? A high flying dinos with extra toes Are sure to make the ladies cackle When it bops them on the nose
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMusic: Our Beast Of Burden
I'm a generational time traveler following the rhythm and the base Worn a path from 1970 to current 2024 letting music pull me back to places
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 3 days ago in Poets- Content Warning
Tyrannosaurus Wrecked
Introduction The entire idea from this poem is taken from the book "The Roaches Have No King" by Daniel Evan Weiss. My last challenge entry was going to be my final one for this challenge but Dharrsheena wanted me to do this one, so you know i can resist anything but temptation.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 days ago in Poets Just For Now...
just for now, and maybe just a little longer, talk to me, be next to me, let's be here, and now‐ in the present
Josh MorganPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAngel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in Poets