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My Writing Groups Monthly Rhyming Day
I started the day with this: It's the 8th today, create a rhyme day. Doesn't have to be long, you won't go wrong. Poetry is healing!💕 I'm always squealing, do art, write, paint, you don't have to faint, It will be okay, really! 💖 Give freely, To art, goofy shit, can be a hit 💗 So rhyme with us, This Friday, and any day is a plus, Start today!
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
Motherhood. Honorable Mention in Out of Order Challenge. Content Warning.
Since I can remember, I've wanted to be a mother. I love holding my child. She feels like a soft dream. She smells of wishes.
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Poets
Candles Shall Carry a Wish
Candles Shall Carry a Wish Candles shall carry a wish tonight Tiny flames glowing soft and bright Each flicker dances against the dark
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Dark
Dark The room held shadows close to my skin Every breath carried weight from old sins Windows stayed shut through endless rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Marble Charm
The boys thought they had brought home a trinket. Something else followed. *** Little John and jim Find an old charm in an attic dim.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin6 months ago in Poets
LightLight
LightLight Morning touched the shattered floor Soft gold moved through every door After years of endless strain Warmth returned through pouring rain
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Queenie
I wrote this in 1967. I am sharing from my creative analog world of 1967 to my very digital world in 2026. Adobe Firefly Once I was among a group
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Stalked
Enjoy The Police as you read. (I jokingly call this "The Stalker Song!") * Perhaps the shortcut through the field Was not wise -
By Julie Lacksonen6 months ago in Poets
Be Kind and Loving to All
Be Kind and Loving to All Be kind and loving to all you meet Some walk through storms on weary feet Smiling faces often hide
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
I Pray To My Jesus
I Pray To My Jesus I pray to my Jesus when the night feels cold When my heart feels tired and the world turns old When silence surrounds me and tears fill my eyes
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
Mother’s Day Poem
Lollipops are my favorite candy. One was tasty, it melted into my denture. I was so serious checking my bank which is devastating. Then I tried to take my lollipop out my upper denture came out too. Not gross guys, it is a nice thing to chew ones food. I laughed out loud.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Murdered
Murdered A siren cried along the lane Mixing fear with heavy rain People gathered near the tape Watching horror take its shape
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets