#poetrychallenge

[ember94]

Spirit Guide

Green eyes sparkling

In the soft golden light,

Echoes of the universe they

Were born from.

Warm body, sleek-black,

Curled up against my own.

Soothes and protects

Here to guide the way

For a star-child,

A cosmic woman,

Treading an

Unknown path.

[praggya1993]

The moon watches the ocean

In all it's resplendence,

Coveting a touch

Then drifting back in resignation,

So in tune with all her movements

A familiarity that surpasses

Lifetimes of creation,

The elegance dances

Night after night

In front of his burning desire,

He gazes as far as possible

To learn everything about her reflections,

Hesitant to speak out

The moon writes a poem for the ocean.

[howwildandwonderful]

It’s March! Which means it’s poem a day time! And after far too many months of not writing or posting, it feels good to shake off the rust and dive back into a routine. I hope you enjoy day one: Practice! kathleenchealy.com/s/stories/poem-a-day-2022-131-practice #practice #practicemakesprogress #progress #cooking #workingout #serving #painting #drawing #failure #maker #amwriting #amwritingpoetry #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetrychallenge #poemaday #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #write #writer #writerslife #writing #writingcommunity #writerscommunity #writingchallenge #dailychallenge #March #March2022 #marchchallenge https://www.instagram.com/p/CalTJbMrQC_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ohgoshlife]

I wish someone would turn my poems into their songs🥺

[manicpixiedreamboots]

The last handful of days in #spilledinktober !!

I had the best time thankyou so much to @eshaninjer and everyone who participated!

[theartofherchaos]

It's never about the dead, always about the kill, always about the hunter, always about the murderer, and yet people seem so dumbfounded when you let pessimism run in your veins like old confetti particles on the overpriced birthday cake of a first born, how many times have we even opened our eyes to look at the gnawed insides of the charred skin of the victim, do we know the killed deserve more attention, or are we so busy glorifying the monsters of this world that justice is only an alien concept to our paparazzi soaked eyes, how is it that screams of pain die down faster than the roar of victory that plunges into the hearts of humanity like an infected sword, we only care about how it's done, do we secretly enjoy it? The fact that it wasn't us? The fact that it could be us? The killer or the victim, either one.

[therebepoems]

Perhaps all that we write is to nobody but ourselves.

Alex Delorme

[therealaimster]