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  • #91255
    graceabounds2129
    @graceabounds2129

    @Emma-starr Thank you so much!!! And you made my day 🙂 I love that you have a poetry wall! Will definitely take a look and work on some editing 🙂

    -Lindsey
    2 Corinthians 12:9

    #91299
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @graceabounds2129 Oh my my. That is so lovely.

    *reads it a second time*

    Wow, I really love that. <33

     

    #91300
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @graceabounds2129 Also I love your oxfords! (that is, I assume your profile picture is one you took…)

    #91328
    graceabounds2129
    @graceabounds2129

    Thank you, @Evelyn !! And yes, I did take my profile picture 🙂

    -Lindsey
    2 Corinthians 12:9

    #91439
    Cindy Green
    @cindy

    Ack. So many beautiful poems in this thread.

    to elevate the soul, poetry is necessary. -eap

    #91485

    Here’s another triolet that I wrote recently:

     

    Teddy can’t protect me

    From the monsters in the closet.

    Behind the doors, they can see

    Teddy can’t protect me.

    I try to win over my anxiety,

    But I can’t boss it.

    Teddy can’t protect me

    From the monsters in the closet.

     

    Spreading God's love until I can see seven billion smiles. 🙂 https://sevenbillionsmiles.home.blog

    #91486

    @cindy I love seeing newborn poems in their freshest, rawest state–so rewarding. I think the magic is still tangible. <3 <3

    Spreading God's love until I can see seven billion smiles. 🙂 https://sevenbillionsmiles.home.blog

    #91489
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @emma-starr Oh, that’s so sweet!

    I love poems written like that in the perspective of a small child. (:

    #92787
    K. A. Grey
    @k-a-grey

      Travel

       How happy the birds must be–

      Sky-kings and sky-queens–

      Traveling along a pathway of clouds

      Tinted with the sun

      Tinted gold in the morning

      Tinted rose in the evening

      Traveling silhouetted against the sky.

       

      And I can only wander on this earth on foot

      And travel the expanse of blue skies,

      The realm of stars and dreams and thought,

      Only on the wings of imagination.

       

      Can you see the irony in this or am I being too subtle?

      Any other thoughts are welcome. 🙂

       

      "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
      “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

      #92894
      Evelyn
      @evelyn

      @k-a-grey I think it’s lovely!

       

      #92946
      K. A. Grey
      @k-a-grey

        @evelyn  Thanks! 🙂

        "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
        “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

        #95360
        K. A. Grey
        @k-a-grey

          Futures are like darkness–

          Full of uncertainty,

          Veiling the unknown;

          And like children, we cower

          At the threshold of an open door,

          Afraid of what will jump out at us,

          Afraid of the monsters we are certain

          Are hidden from our eyes

          In shadowy recesses.

           

          Yet just as light drove away the childish fears,

          So does love, love perfect and divine,

          Drive away the uncertainty.

          “Thy word is a lamp unto my feet….

          For we may not know the future,

          “….and a light unto my path.”

          But we know Who holds it.

           

          "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
          “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

          #95938
          Leon Fleming
          @w-o-holmes

          Well, I just read all your people’s posts on the first page and thought that was it. Obviously not. Anyway, I’m new you might say.

          Every poet has their own technique and some are alike. Some are different and some go a’flight. (Well what do you know!) This form of poetry is very interesting and while I haven’t ever written this type before I may try. Here’s something I worked on of late:
          <p style=”text-align: center;”>The Beginnings of a Thought…a Rhyme…</p>
          Flowing in and out in rhythmic time

          Just like the thread of wrinkled rhyme

          Has gained reproof from there portend

          And seen the gates of life’s first bend.

          Fairer are the walls of grass

          Than all the other weathered flasks

          Of days left that withered away

          And trodden on the grass, at bay.

          The road, it bends and fills the gap

          For all the other’s tears to stay

          And from this coming on the sprout

          Of imagination, and that no doubt.

          This is a rough draft and so it isn’t perfect, but still, it’s a beginning.

          #95997
          Silver Shadow
          @tashah-claymore

          @w-o-holmes this is fantastic!  I’m not super experienced in poetry, so if there were technical things about it that weren’t quite right I didn’t notice.  And everything can be improved, even if it’s already good.  Even poems/stories that are already published could probably be improved.  I’d love to read more of your poems, because this one is amazing!

          "One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it's worth watching." -Gerard Way

          #96026
          Leon Fleming
          @w-o-holmes

          @tashah-claymore – Gee, thanks, appreciate it! I submitted another poem to Story Embers for publication that my Mom said she almost cried when she read it. I’ll try not to make any o’ yall cry.

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