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Day #11: Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 11/14 “WHEN” Writing 5 minutes – “Late Evening” Maybe it was the late evening or too much wine or the music with the driving beat, but I felt indestructible and restless, filled with the heartbeat of creativity and emotion I couldn’t explain.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Silent Solver"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
ISTP "The Mechanical Troubleshooter"
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Who is the real goat, Messi or Ronaldo?
Oh, darling, the debate rages, fiery and hot, Who is the GOAT, who truly takes the top spot? Messi, with his magic, so sleek and so sly,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Monsters Feet
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Her Love Killed Me
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
alphabet soup. Top Story - March 2024.
A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
By B2 years ago in Poets
The Vocal Blues
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
My Original Pot of Golden Joy
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
I Found My Lost Love
In the depths of darkness, a light did shine, Lost love, a treasure once thought mine. Through storms of sorrow, my heart did roam
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Chocolate, Wonderful Chocolate
There was a dark chocolate on Monday A milk chocolate with white chocolate on Tuesday and a milk chocolate on Wednesday.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets