As the final wisps of twilight faded from the sky, a peculiar melody echoed through the old forest. It was a haunting tune, captivating and mysterious. The woodland creatures stirred, their tiny eyes wide with curiosity.
By Zarah Adekunle3 years ago in Poets
I need to stop writing poetry And find a new headspace It's taking up all my time And I'm in a different race I have a story I thought up
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Poets
your a piece of my bone and a tattoo on my skin. your my cerebellum and the reason i can maintain my balance whenever i walk
By Supsie M3 years ago in Poets
In Naruto's realm, a story untold, Episode ten, where mysteries unfold. Amidst the shadows, hope takes flight, A tapestry of courage, shining bright.
By Khudair Ahmed Shaikh3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of Naruto's tale, Episode nine, where dreams prevail. A mystical journey, vast and deep, Where spirits wander, secrets to keep.
Amidst the tale that's yet untold, In Naruto's world, so brave and bold, Episode eight, a chapter bright, Where destiny weaves its golden light.
Hark! A tale unfolds, so fair and bright, In Naruto's world, where destinies alight. Episode seven, a chapter to unveil, Where fates converge and courage prevails.
In twilight's hush, a tale unfurls, Where valor meets the shadows' swirls. A hero's journey, bound to begin, In lands where darkness seeks to win.
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of war, where battles unfold, A tale of strife, in words untold. A symphony of sorrow, echoes in the air,
By Arish Ali 3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of sweet memories, Where tender hearts find their bliss, I'll paint a tale with words so fine, Of the taste of your first kiss.
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
It starts with an itch...then a scratch...then a full-on back grind against the edge of a door Rampantly, ritualistically, like Baloo from The Jungle Book, I drag my back raw against the door
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
