It's that time again: Chelsea Ann Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. The theme again is love. Utter yayness! *** Sometimes when I miss you bad and I'm feeling really sad I hitch a ride and go downtown to the drugstore. I wander the aisles until I find, the scent of Brut so sweet, so [...]
It's time for Chelsea Anne Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! Again. The theme is still love, but this time the form is a sonnet. My love is like a prickly pear Stuck inside my underwear Its bittersweet pain reminds me this love was not meant to be. Yet on we go, the sting ignored until [...]
Guess what? It's time for Chelsea Anne Owens' Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! This time the theme is love. Sometimes... Love is like a dirty sock. You smell it a mile away stealthily hiding beneath a rock. But you turn it over anyway to find bugs and maggots crawling 'round but you don't mind the stinky [...]
When I visit my father's grave, I leave a stone on it. We're Jewish. That's what we do. Just a nondescript piece of rock. Gray, generic and anonymous— aptly symbolizing our relationship.
It's Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today our prompt is the word, glow. ∞ That exquisite glow in your velvet-brown eyes — even the flecks of amber sparkle like topaz bathed in moonlight. I try to imagine what thoughts may evoke such magic, but it is quite impossible considering it has nothing [...]
Today the dVerse Poets Pub has tasked us with pouring a powerful spirit poem cocktail. Or go ghostie with it. Get into the spirit of the holidays. Is your muse a restless spirit? Write about it! Use it as an adjective: spiritual, or spirited (lively, full of energy). Spirit can even be a verb: to [...]
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!
