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robertjw4688 · 1 day
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She rides
on a glittering horse
named Want.
Her hair drips
with paper confessions.
I long
for her breath, for
life to flow
through us
until our loneliness
has context at last.
Robert J. W.
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thesorcererpoet · 2 days
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“I want to write until the only ink left is my very blood and I won’t stop, even then.”
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cherryblossomlion · 2 days
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BES Poetry Prompt
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I'll be posting prompt words every week or so for all those fans who have an interest in both Blue Eye Samurai and poetry...
My main interest is Japanese micropoetry like haiku, tanka, and haibun, but all poetry is welcome! Please note that the 5-7-5 syllable structure is NOT a requirement and is something of a myth (https://www.graceguts.com/essays/urban-myth-of-5-7-5). Even Japanese haikuists don't use it, unless they're writing in a very traditional style.
This week's prompt words are:
⚔️ mixed metal ⚔️
Leave your poem in the replies!
Resources:
How to write haiku: https://www.ahapoetry.com/Bare%20Bones/bbtoc%20intro.html
About tanka: https://www.graceguts.com/essays/what-is-tanka
About haibun: https://www.graceguts.com/haibun
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inkskinned · 1 year
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of course i'm angry. do you have any idea how many times someone should have helped me?
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talesoftaru · 2 months
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Always too much,
But never enough.
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robertjw4688 · 1 month
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Growth is not
a straight line
nor is it a
fault line.
Growth is
a semicolon
placed where an
ellipsis
once slept.
Robert J. W.
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dirty-milk · 11 months
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It’s hard to not love me,
I’ll make you feel good about yourself.
My mirror skin will reflect
the best parts of you and
in the house party of my body
you’ll be the life of every room.
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ad-venturism · 1 month
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i have a pale green typewriter i want to bring to the park, i will find shade and sit with my legs crossed and the keys crossing, i will watch people cross my patch of grass, and i will offer in Chinese to write them a poem in English. just give me 3 words, any 3 words, you can wait in the sun or the shadow, I will study you, write a portrait of you, imagine what it's like to fall in love with you, to picture how you groom hair, face, legs, how you talk when furious about strangers and the heat. we will see.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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out of everything, what gave you away was how you said i'm trying. two small words. such bitter, hopeless agony.
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bluemonkwrites · 2 months
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five minutes sunshine
maybe more
today
time means almost
nothing to me
so this is every
thing
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sfsolstice · 9 days
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i try to let go
of the loneliness
that's been pervasive
all my life
one exhale at a time
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loveiled · 7 months
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@loveiled / Evelyn Myers Hartley deeply emotional weeping angel statue (pinterest)
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notemyforte · 9 months
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i was born into chaos.
and the funny thing they never tell you
about being born into chaos
is how chaotic 'normal' makes you feel
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