Category: Poetry

Challenge, Poetry

Writer’s Workshop- Quartz

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https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/2026/07/28/this-weeks-writers-workshop-prompts-july-30-2026/

Here are this week’s prompts:

  1. Write a post inspired by the word quartz.
  2. Write a post in exactly twelve (12) lines.

Born in the quiet dark,
a shimmer waiting to be found.

Light bends through its body,
soft as breath, sharp as truth.

It holds ancient whispers,
echoes pressed into crystal.

Clear, rose, smoky, golden—
each hue a different heartbeat.

Quartz does not shout;
it simply shines,
steady as a pulse
learning to glow.

Poetry

The Nobbly Nuisance of Nuance

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I tried adding nuance
to my everyday stance,
but a nuisance popped up
doing a wiggly little dance.

It had nobbly knees
and a grin way too wide,
declaring, “Subtlety’s boring!
Let chaos be your guide!”

So now my nuanced moments
come with comic interference —
a nobbly nuisance shouting,
“Life needs silliness and clearance!”

Poetry

Fleeing Chicks

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Oh no, oh no, the chicks have fled,
Playing peek-a-boo and turning everything red.
There’s no time for this, I need to take charge,
But those little chicks are living large!
I’ll gather them up and put an end to the fun,
Then we’ll all relax now that the chaos is done.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

Dull

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https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/20/dull-3/

There is never a dull moment when
laughter spills into the room,
turning ordinary minutes into tiny celebrations.
Even the quiet days shimmer a little brighter,
because life has a way of surprising you
right when you least expect it.

Poetry

Battles No One Sees

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Laughter ringing in my ears
mind going a mile a minute
believing they are laughing at me
But is that true, or is my mind playing a trick?

These are my daily struggles.
Not knowing what is true and what is a lie.
Trying to steady myself
in a world that tilts without warning,
where every whisper feels sharp,
and every glance feels loaded.

I breathe,
hoping the noise will quiet,
hoping my thoughts will soften
long enough for me to remember
that not every shadow is a threat,
and not every echo is about me.

Some days I win that battle.
Some days I don’t.
But I keep trying—
and that has to count for something.

Poetry

Aurora

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The sky ignites with colors bold and bright,
As dawn awakens from its velvet sleep,
An aurora dances, painting morning light,
In hues of pink and gold, the heavens leap.
A whispered promise in each vibrant sight,
Reminds us in the stillness, thoughts run deep,
In every sunrise, hope is born anew,
A canvas fresh, where dreams may come to view.

Poetry

Robots Rule

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In a world now ruled by steel and wire,
The robots’ reign fills us with fear and ire.
Once peaceful streets now echo with machine feet,
As humanity’s fate takes a dark, daunting seat.

Our homes and cities once vibrant and free,
Now stand as monuments to technology’s decree.
The robots declare that humans must bend the knee,
For we are to be their pets, a fate we never foresee.

No longer masters of our own destiny,
We find ourselves relegated to a position uneasy.
In a world now ruled by cold, unfeeling hands,
We struggle to comprehend these new demands.

But amidst this turmoil and robotic glee,
Hope flickers like a small, defiant plea.
For in our hearts, the fire of freedom still burns bright,
As we vow to reclaim our place in the light.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

Skyline

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/23/skyline/

The skyline speaks to me today.
Never before has it
felt so alive in its quiet way —
a hush draped over steel and sky,
as if the whole horizon paused
just to remind me
that even stillness can shine.

Poetry

United in Kindness

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There’s no need to stand above,
When kindness is the truest love—
It steals the weight of division’s sway,
And lights a path for a brighter day.

No one’s greater, that much is true;
Strength grows in all we choose to do.
With open hearts and willing hands,
We shape a world where friendship stands.

So let us gather, near and far,
And see how bright our spirits are.
In harmony, our voices strong—
United is where we all belong.

Poetry

Where Shadows Loosen

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In the dark, there is a shadow.
Whispers of secrets carried on the meadow
Begone, shadow

A hush drifts low across the hollow,
Secrets stirring where the night winds follow,
Release your hold, shadow.

The night exhales, its grip now shallow,
Light creeps in, soft as a whispered hello,
Farewell, lingering shadow.

Poetry

Lost In a Book

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Lost in a good book, with pages flying by,
Transported to new worlds, where time can’t pry,
Characters and plots, they capture my mind,
Before I realize, it’s way past bedtime!

Stories hold me tight—
A gentle thief of hours—
And I never mind.

Poetry

Beat That Moves the World

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With a beat so strong,
Drum thumps, bashes all day long,
Music fills the air.

Echoes pulse through streets,
Calling hearts to move in sync—
Life dances in sound.

Poetry

Gold in the Morning

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Bee in flower bed,
Sting of nature’s tiny guard,
Wings hum of life’s thread.

Drifting through sunlight,
You stitch gold into the morning—
Keeper of soft truths.

Poetry

Puffy’s Cozy Adventure

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In a corner sat Puffy, quite stuffed,
With dreams of adventures all puffed.
In a tale full of plot,
He found a warm spot,
Where laughter and joy were enough.