Dance Writing Poems

"Lee, you awake?"
Yeah, sorry. "Where were you?"
Nowhere, my call? Fold.
Looking around the table, I couldn't have drifted that long,
Wouldn't have known from the stares, whatever...

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A Writing Challenge


A writing challenge Use these words correctly.

You’re, Your, & Yore
Their, There, & They’re
Wear, Where, & We’re

Lost in time, in days of yore,
your mother...

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The quill, once held by hand so strong, 
Now rests upon a dusty shelf, 
Forgotten tales, where they belong, 
No longer whispered to itself. 

Ink,...

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Now fly,
show off gossamer wings;
Blessed with hunger am I,
brave with weatherproof strings; 
I aim for a bullseye;

Now write,
letters are alchemy;
Each reader can take flight,
learn you...

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In this vast expanse of blue and green,
I stand, 
alone,
not a soul to echo my thoughts against,
nor a shadow to mingle with mine under the...

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In the quiet of my mind, words dance and twirl 
A fragile ballet of mere notions unfurled 
I sit and ponder, pen in place just...

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Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became  his wife.

 
Her...

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Arthur Miller spoke of leaving a “thumb print somewhere on the world”
Why?
Myself…
I want to place an aiding hand in any heart
Even one
They do not need...

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Pages flying
Thunder clapping
Sun shining
Hearts breaking
Snowflakes dancing
Willows weeping
Wind whistling

It's all personification- but what if we switched them around:

Pages whistling
Thunder flying
Sun clapping
Hearts shining
Snowflakes breaking
Willows dancing
Wind weeping

Sounds like...

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I write because I love to write,  
writing for a contest makes me think.  
My imagination and creativity come alive,  
as the...

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My suitor calls but I let the phone ring 
For after all I am writing
It’s not his fault I have a hobby it seems

I do...

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Treading softly over luscious loam and skeletal leaves
Wisps of virtuoso violin slipping through cracks in topiaries
A savory smoke curing wild boar
With bated breath I hunt...

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Those flashbacks often 
dance holding my heart's strings.
With their curvaceous move,
they usually lost their balance and
their obstinate move further
reduce the tension of those strings.

And then...

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As I read poetry,  
I love reading the amazing words.  
When breathing in,  
each word comes alive.  
When breathing out, ...

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As a baby we love hearing a sweet lullaby song,  
as teens along comes rock n roll with a gong.  
As I did...

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