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Joy Ride
A fun and wild ride Don’t you dare have a thin skin Too risqué for that *** Author’s Note: This senryu was written for Matthew Fromm’s Senryu Critique Challenge and is about the 2023 movie Joy Ride. For more information about the challenge and to participate, check out the link below:
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Poets
Finding Solutions and Inner Peace
A school organized a fun trip for its young students, On the way they passed through a tunnel, under which the bus driver used to pass before. It was written on the edge of the tunnel that the height of five meters. The height of the bus was also five meters so the driver did not stop. But this time the bus scraped against the roof of the tunnel and got stuck in the middle, horrifying the children. The bus driver started saying "Every year I pass through the tunnel without any problem, but what happened now? A man replied: The road has been paved so the level of the road has been raised a bit. There was a crowd.. A man tried to tie the bus to his car, but the rope broke every time it rubbed, some suggested bringing a sturdy crane to pull the bus, and some suggested digging and breaking it. In the midst of these various suggestions, a child got off the bus and said, "Let's let some air out of the tires and it will start coming down from the roof of the tunnel and we will pass through safely." Everyone was amazed by the kid's brilliant advice and actually reduced the air pressure from the tires of the bus thus the bus passed through the roof level of the tunnel and everyone came out safely. We swell in front of people with pride, arrogance, hatred, selfishness and greed. If we remove the air of these things from inside, then it will be easier for us to pass through this tunnel of the world. The problems are in us not in the power of our enemies Sometimes the simplest solutions come from the most unexpected sources.
By Umesh Yadav 3 years ago in Poets
The Wolf And the Girl
I snuck away from my grandparents exploring my aunt's property. I loved the peaceful feeling of her land. It had been a while since I felt any peace. I kept walking around alone. In the wooded area I could hear soft wimpering as though a dog is in pain. As an innocent kid I never thought much of it. I have always had a love for animals. Simply, in my mind animals had this unconditional love humans didn't have.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)3 years ago in Poets
