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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| It was just a yellow afternoon We didn't know it was the last chance day. But there on the table lay, All the words we would never say. I was twenty-five that year. I remember feeling old, And those secrets we never told, Fearful of what the silence might hold. We were so stupid young back then,. Still,I cannot would not change it now. I wanted all that love would allow But we became other people, somehow I was twenty-five that year. Once, I wish I’d been bolder, Rested my head on your shoulder. But that was when I was twenty-five - And now, I am older. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)"  Round 6 Week 3 Prompt -In celebration of WdC's 25th Anniversary, write a poem involving the number 25 or a birthday/anniversary celebration. |
I want to comfort you in your darkness to show you the light that is coming. I want you to see how it is held in the shadowy arms of giants. They let it fall in drops from fluttering fingers upon the fresh breath of morning. How it glistens! in dewy kisses on the grass. I want you to be inspired, I want you to rise with me in the fire at daybreak. I want to be a new flame burning in your cheeks. Let me dry the tears that soak your pillow, and I will quench the bitter streams that flow from the aching loneliness of your dreams. PPC 6 Prompt/Week # 2 Use these words in your poem: KISS - DAYBREAK - TEAR (or tears) |
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