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rhymingtherapy · 9 months

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dire the lake at night

alive the darkness glowers

nothing but the eyes

@RhymingTherapy—July 2023 @writerscreed challenge “the lake at night”. My photos May 2021 Nth QLD Australia.

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quaintobsessions · 6 months

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Homebound

There is no light, not yet.

The 5:35 skims your window, rattling bowls and plants.

Your pleasure is unharmed. At the peak of a track-flanked hill,

you sing low of distant trains.

In the pre-dawn cold, I wonder how on earth you landed here,

wry and austere and full-fledged: your ageless, fathomless eyes,

the impossible things you know. The only way to explain it

is that we haunt together some locked, abandoned place,

and when I leave this life I meet you there,

the past a sudden future where the first trains begin to run

and your heart quickens.

#poetry #writerscreedchallenge #falling for a ghost #poets on tumblr #spilled ink

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alex-a-roman · 9 months

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Beauty of the dark

The lake at night, Glistens in the moonlight Heavy clouds find home on the skyline, The trees all shake Seeing the beauty of the dark, A lost wanderer appears To write a poem and depart.

~ A. A. Roman

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cruxymox · 6 months

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a cliffside, a cure song

a crash & no one is singing

i am drifting

i am drifting in a sea of dead flowers

they drown me but i do not die

it feels like falling for a ghost

#writerscreedchallenge #falling for a ghost #poetry #poem

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poppiesandpromises · 6 months

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Feel a touch softly caressing my cheek

Cold air that gently brushes my face

Against the top stair is a murmured creak

A chill that no warmth can ever erase

I wander searching for that wary wail

The walls now seeming to open their eyes

A faded flower now wilted and pale

A shadowy form full of failed goodbyes

Oh lover, linger away from the light

Spectral sweetheart please just give me your hand

Your eyes gleam too brightly, swallowed by night

Oh darling dearest please try to understand

I cannot lose you, the one I love most

I find myself trapped in love with a ghost

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unmondefou · 6 months

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Falling for a ghost

the silhouette appears

as soon as the clock

strikes midnight

at first I was afraid

and under my blanket

I took refuge

until a voice

sang a charming song

she, the Celtic ghost

with whom my ear falls in love

and yet

I'm still under my blanket

for my eyes

don't dare

to take a look

--- h.harouche

#writerscreedchallenge #falling for a ghost #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry

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warxpunkxmonk · 6 months

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Skeleton Flowers

Numberless times I've seen you Your pulling voice in my head Feels like there is no elusion And still we remain unconnected As she moves on through constancy While obscurity holds me here

wpm

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simply-eno · 6 months

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Falling For A Ghost

I thought it was the memory that I was in love with, but the shadowy man in the corner still remains.

Every waxing of the moon breaks the light in the window, and I can see the phantom lingering.

His whispers disprove that the dead don't speak, and his hands reveal the life of what's after.

So I thought it was a memory I was chasing, but it was the ghost of my closest friend.

#poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #my writing #writerscreedchallenge

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poetics-tracy · 10 months

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Where are you from?

(@writerscreed prompt)

I am from a haunted house - I am

the haunted house. I am a shifting

landscape of memories. I am from

here, a land between three rivers

and two highways and three freeways,

but I haven't been here long. I am

from out west, a field of wild barley

beside a creek and oak trees and moss.

I am from a cornfield beneath a wide

ever-changing sky. I am from down

south, a childhood filled with fireflies

and cicadas and pine needles. I am

from a moment of happiness at

a coffee shop where the baristas

remembered my name, at a sandwich

shop I would frequent on lunch breaks

and get talked into trying new things.

I am from my local grocery store,

a Shop'n'Save, a Safeway, a Schnucks.

I am from a university, a major, the 800s

section of the library catalog. I am from

a bookshelf, from Beagle, Christie, Bronte,

Shakespeare. I am from a ship on a wine

dark sea. I am from nowhere by way

of everywhere. I am from the last line

of a song or a poem.

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sdbea · 6 months

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Falling for a ghost

Calling me on a pink flip phone

that would be just like you

calling me from a red phone box

that would be just like you

calling me from your robot dial up

that would be just like you

calling to pour your silence

down my moonlit throat

s.d.bea

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rhymingtherapy · 8 months

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soon another window opens

—portal to the unknown

landscapes beyond the realms

of imagination

drawing ever closer

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RhymingTherapy—August 2023 (my digital artwork) poem inspired by @writerscreed challenge “portals”

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sherrylephotography · 1 year

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writerscreed challenge of the week, March 5-11

Errant tide

Once a Barbie doll Mom living in her castle

Now as fragile as Humpty Dumpty sitting on a wall

The big bad wolf has let himself in

Now she is teetering high up on that wall

The errant tide is here

The storm is fierce

The days turn into night

There isn't much hope in sight

photo and poem by @sherrylephotography

@writerscreed

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alex-a-roman · 6 months

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Falling 4 a ghost

There is a shadow, A presence that shines Candle smoke that lingers Well past midnight, A love by most forgotten That will never die.

~ A. A. Roman

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definegodliness · 6 months

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Hyaline

The night arrived In dark of moon, obscured, As mournful clouds processed across the skies With solemn silence lasting in their wake.

Awash in black I sought to be assured Of life! — beyond my closed or blinded eyes, Unable to discern reality.

A noise; a sigh so soft, suffused with ache Caressed the drapes, and thus my gaze, allured, Beheld her love, confined in Spectral guise.

She reached with glassen fingers, mine to take: One touch to spark her luminosity; One kiss — that clouds, consoled — might free Her ghost.

Come morn I read her obituary And wish I'd been there When it mattered Most.

A Keats sonnet

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cruxymox · 9 months

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too overcast to see the moon

i brush mosquitoes away from your arm

listen to an owl cry / the angel comes

[ silently behind us

in the darkness the water is deeper

the angel wraps around my chest ( tightly, tightly )

i am bitten / i cannot scratch

you have carefully boarded a small boat

[ you are floating over & away

i do not know where i am now

maybe i will become algae / maybe i will become silt

the owl watches you kindly

the stars finally find their place

[ you make me smile

the angel squeezes me in two

#writerscreedchallenge #the lake at night #poetry #poem

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iamdusttoo · 9 months

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The lake at night

A quiet sigh

Long and soft

-ly slip across

Cool currents dips my fingertips

I reach for you - your frozen lids

Brush lightly bent and bony back

Your winters touch and starlit hands, soft

So softly skims across

#writerscreedchallenge #the lake at night #poem

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