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livingpoetry.net
This week let's write a flustered poem. Even the most Zen among us has felt agitated from time to time. Describe a scenario or just show us the perturbations of a troubled mind. Whatever your disturbs you most, post it in the comments below. |
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iwriteher.com
Agata Samulska - Unsplash Roses I only pretend to smell the roseswhen I kiss their petals with lipschapped by twenty years of thirst. I never expected to live this longwithout you. For the Bird who Smashed into my Window All that remained airbornewas a solitary featheron its final flight Not understanding deathdrifting down Galileo Poets... |
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hereticsloversmadmen.wordpress.com
I gaze into the thousands of twinkling eyes of my dark mother who reassures me, I don't matter. Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular,... |
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bartbarkerpoet.com
At my ex-Juliet's balcony Her silhouette cast on curtains Another shadow melds into hers (for this week's Living Poetry Prompt) |
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