“What
Have you
Carried in,
It’s hideous.”
I like my green bowl
To me it’s beautiful
It had to have pride of place
Placing a faux candle inside
My family teased, saying “it won’t help.”
My bowl became a precious glowing shell…
I
made one
Big mistake
Falling for him
His smile beguiling
Belied the truth hidden
No heart could I find inside
The sudden change to dramatic
I need to leave before it’s too late
In time to find the one to love me back…
Here are your two words for this week:
Plan & Spend
HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! Except for the first challenge of the month ~ then, the poets get to choose their own words. ❤
Plot
Each move
Like a game
Lay out pieces
Invest in myself
Employ the best methods
thoughts flood my mind thick and fast
Plans by mice and men, not this time
I tune into a higher power
ready to blow my investors’ minds…
Here are your two words for this week:
Influence & Perception
HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! Except for the first challenge of the month ~ then, the poets get to choose their own words. ❤
My
Knowledge
Is sketchy
Of God more so
Imagine my shock
When I open my mail
An invitation to tea
I have something for you to do
What can I do, that God cannot?
The force of his words was simple, believe…
Here are your two words for this week:
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This challenge is for Haiku, Senryu, Haiga, Tanka, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you. ❤
My
Own dark
Beginning
Devouring life
I lay waste to all
Not a care in the world
Until a child touched my hand
Bringing cold stone heart back to life
no longer devour life, I stroll through
Happy to wait for a new blessed sunrise…
One
Good seed
To bloom, grow
Evil destroys
What loving hands made
Disease spreads far and wide
Great towers fall and crumble
No voices heard church bells silent
On a wing and prayer, they return
Rebuild their towers bells to ring again
Man destroys what he can’t tame, blind desire
Leads us to home grown madness, cold hearts
Behind the mirrored face we see
We try not to let them in
Lest fear black hearts destroy
Warm seas to wash clean
What man has made
With sweet care
One good
seed
What
Is it
That watches
In the darkness?
A pale ghostly moon
Hangs above the rooftops
Darkness itches your damp skin
Long old words echo in your mind
Old friends lost to a dark, storm-tossed sea
Death illuminated by a ghost light
Taking mind through a sea of dark starlight
To be awoken by time waiting
Old souls crying to be born now
To leave all darkness behind
Too few will be called forth
Darkness holds its own
By old fear gripped
Reluctant
To lose
All
Colleen is still not back from her housing adventure, so this weeks poetry challenge will wing its way to her by magic!
I
have one
yesterday
to remember
Sweet summer kisses
Running from sudden storm
Cave we found out of the rain
Emerald walls on Cornwall beach
Where salty kisses are still the best
How long will I remember yesterday…
We
waited
for snowfall
palm prints on glass
cold steamy windows
waiting for the first flakes
we were waiting for magic
my igloo waiting to be built
Snowmen with carrot noses, stick arms
mother’s button jar we raided for eyes…
99 words, no more, no less. It’s a simple constraint, an easy-to-master literary art form, and a powerful writing tool for creatives and entrepreneurs. Writers calibrate the usefulness and beauty of 99-words through weekly flash fiction challenges.
Sisu is woven into our DNA
lying dormant, waiting , trapped quicksilver
hoping the day never comes where we will be tested
Do we freeze, or jump into action to save a life?
where we meet a part of ourselves
we would not recognise in the mirror
the hero who hides behind that pinstriped suit
mild-mannered like the man of steel
we would you run into a burning building
because you heard a cry for help?
many think we could go one step beyond
if called upon to act
would you leap without thinking
does quicksilver run through your veins?
