I Am A Riddle In 7 Syllables
A Grow Poem
A teetering young table
Supported by years of news
Papers whisper curl at the
Soft edges of history
Brown curls tied back by a band
Stretched to hold me together
Tender touches bring me back
To gentleness and kindness
When she traces my long lines
Helps me acknowledge a truth
That rainstorms are still giving
A beautiful existence
Lines like endless roads and earth
Also teetering on axis
Still beautiful, still tender
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Thank you taking the time to read my poetry. This poem was a challenge prompt I did with a dear friend, where each line can only be a certain amount of syllables but you need to write in metaphors. This was definitely an intriguing one for me.
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Oneg In The Arctic
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A CLOSE ENCOUNTER
Stars twinkled brightly in a moonless sky, reflecting in the calm waters of Lake George in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. It was a warm August night, as we laid back in the boat, marveling at the magnificent Milky Way. Dark skies made the stars more brilliant at this time of year, especially during a new moon, causing wonder and enchantment. We never tired of stargazing while floating on water, a truly immersive experience.
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Comments (3)
Great take on the prompt.
I have been here, great poem , but no new reads sorry
This is a really interesting way to challenge yourself. Love the results!