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 A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| A place for the poetry that I will need to write now that I made a special book for it. |
| Your love is like sangaree too sweet to be quaff-able. Your declarations? hyperbole utterly laughable. You say I’m cold, that’s so unfair. You’re too bold, for my icy stare. You’re full of guile and unwelcome flattery. You should stand trial for romance and battery. The tone of your wooing is almost too much, The things that you’re doing lack a subtle touch. Sweet nothings are just that, they drift into the air. But a diamond ring, well, that’s a different affair! 20 lines Written for Promptmaster! Task Prompt: Write a poem that’s almost too much. |
| I cannot tell you that my heart is bro-ken You must seek the pain _____________ betweenthelines hidden in bursts of metaphor camouflaged in cadence (many times misspelled) have you the depth? must I spell it out? fsgrdynstintiwilder? Peasant! Insisting on a rhyme measuring meter tapping in time The cHaOs is the meaning! Poetry must be X-perienced not understood emotions underlined Pain in red and soothing sounds painted blue Read it and weep or don’t Who cares? I sm not getting mu keyBored fixed 23 lines Written for Promptmaster! Week 2 Prize Prompt: The thing that is most likely to cause your poem to be mistaken for modern art. |
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