It's the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #52, hosted by Chelsea Ann Owens This time our prompt is the word birth. I've a birthmark upon nose and in the dark it glows I want to remove it but the doctors say screw it for when my nose runs I'll know where it goes!
Category: Poetry
A Nanosecond
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store. The accident never happened; [...]
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Remarkable Nothing: a Double Etheree
Since you've been gone each day is just like the day before. nothing remarkable nothing new under the sun or moon or stars that you hung just for me you put the colors in the rainbow then took them with you to the other side. I know you can't come back, even for me. [...]
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1959
This time when he proposed, the answer was no. No courthouse wedding and honeymoon in Mexico; no house in the suburbs, no little girl with dark, curly hair. And so, my homeless soul hovered elsewhere and waited to be wanted.
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What Nobody Knew
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today, our prompt is the word 'keep.' ∞ From that first night I wanted to keep you. Then, in the dirty-light of day it became clear: you already had a home. What nobody knew (not even you!) is that I kept you anyway safely in the [...]
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I’m Gonna
It is time once again for Chelsea Ann Owens' Weekly Terrible Writing Contest. This week's prompt is the word fifty, and the entire mess poem must be exactly 50 words. ~~ Now I'm gonna write a poem in exactly 50 words. I cannot think of anything. Hey look! Outside there's birds! What's that falling from [...]
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Hot Butterfly
It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is "quiver." § § Before you ever touch me; you don't even have to speak (not one syllable!). All you have to do is look at me and do that thing with your eyes that slow, sexy blink a sweet almost-grin and I butterfly-quiver a [...]
