Category: Poetry

Poetry, Three Things Challenge

Echoes of Departure

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Three Things Challenge #MM128

LAUGH
LEFT
LEAVE

In laughter’s glow, the moments blend,
A fleeting joy, a breath we lend.
Yet in each chuckle, shadows creep,
As thoughts of loss begin to seep.

When paths diverge, I feel the heft,
The weight of memories now left.
A silent plea, to not deceive,
But life demands we sometimes leave.

Each smile a thread, a tapestry spun,
Yet the heart knows the race is run.
With every joy, a tear may flow,
In laughter’s wake, we learn to grow.

So here I stand, with echoes loud,
In bittersweetness, I am proud.
Through laughter shared and love received,
I’ll cherish all that we believe.

Poetry

The Charmer’s Downfall

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In a mansion so grand and so rich,
Lived a man whose life was a switch.
He tried to impress with a suave pitch,
But his charm ended up in a ditch.
His friends all thought he was a witch,
With tricks that made them twitch and flinch.
But though his luck was quite hitched,
At least he never ran out of a niche!

Yet one fateful evening, a grand masquerade,
He donned a disguise, feeling perfectly made.
But the mask he wore brought him unforeseen shame,
As he tripped on his ego, lost all sense of fame.
Now whispers surround him, as shadows invade,
A charmer before, now a legend betrayed.

Poetry

The Magic of Reading

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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!

With every turn, new adventures await,
Whispers of wisdom from the ink on the plate.
Imagination sparked, like stars in the night,
In stories I find, my spirit takes flight.

Daily Prompts, Poetry

Art of Drawing

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Daily writing prompt
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
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I really enjoy drawing; it makes me happy and feels good. There’s something special about using a pencil on paper to show my ideas. Whether I’m drawing nature or making abstract art, it helps me express myself in a beautiful way. Drawing gives me a sense of peace, and I often lose track of time while creating something new. I also like to share my art with my readers whenever possible.

Poetry, Word of the Day

No Dealer of Emotions

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Dealer

You are not my dealer, my heart’s little guide,
Step back and be free, let your own self decide.
Control your own feelings, let them flow and roam,
Find your own way, create your own home.

Don’t sell me your sorrow, or joy wrapped in fear,
I need my own colors, my heart’s voice to hear.
So walk on your path, let your spirit take flight,
I’ll walk on my journey, and I’ll find my own light.

Poetry

Morning’s Embrace

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Soft petals unfurl
Bathed in the morning sunlight
A garden awakes

Whispers of dew drop
Dance on leaves, a gentle song
Nature’s breath begins

Poetry

Emerging from Shadows

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finished

I am finished living this way,
In shadows where I sway.
Change feels heavy, like a stone,
I stand still, lost and alone.

I don’t know what to do,
Or how to find a path that’s new.
Fear wraps tight, like a chain,
Paralyzed by hope and pain.

But somewhere deep inside,
A whisper calls, a wish, a guide.
Though change is hard, I’ll find the light,
And step forward, into the fight.

Laughing Along with a Limerick, Poetry

Microscope Tales: Laughing Along With a Limerick

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

In a lab where the science excels,
They studied the life in the cells.
With microscopes near,
They’d gather each year,
Finding secrets that nature compels.

Poetry

Tickle Me Pickle’s Fate

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Tickle me Pickle, that silly fellow,
Turns into a prune whenever it’s mellow.
It wriggles and giggles, oh what a hoot,
Until it becomes a prune, then it can’t scoot!

But when the sun shines and the laughter is bright,
It dances and twirls, a joyful sight.
With friends all around, it’s never alone,
In the pickle patch party, it’s right at home!