Senryu
Tremors
Dune, but on our Earth, without the strange politics just hicks fighting worms * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: One of my favourite films when I was growing up. Still funny, still silly, still mad. For Matthew Fromm's Challenge, of which you can find more details for here:
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
coccineous
Coccineous: bright red *** Bright red has always been my favourite colour, which is understandable since I love strong bold or contrasting colours. As an extrovert, red always excites, energises and draws me like a magnet. Except when it doesn't! Red traffic lights and Stop signs annoy, irritate and infuriate me. However, Red remains my stalwart friend and safeguard. Without her, my cherry red blood could spill and then Iβd be pushing up daisies up on a hill. So, Red it is, and Red it remains... she's the colour for me!
By Angie the Archivist ππͺΆabout a year ago in Poets
Spent
Some kinds of fatigue Are impervious to sleep They are of the mind
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - the question
pushed to a corner would you ask... ask the question despite the answer * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: as a break between the Sensational II entries and before I work on my entry for Kenny Penn's "Frighten Me! Please?" and Sarah Parker's "Horror Micro-fiction (Unofficial Challenge)", I thought it was time for another entry in my long-running "scratches in my mind" series of thought-provoking SenryΕ«!
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, itβs the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Samhain
We obey small fiends For we fear their sadistic Mischievous revenge
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
