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Lessons in Forgetting
This won’t be a practical how-to essay equipped with links to the best meal replacement shake for adults or how to prepare to change your own parent’s diapers. Though that’s helpful, I’m hoping to give you the gift of your own writing. A chance to write your way through what is inherently painful and difficult. Weekly, I will post a poem I wrote as an example along with a poetry prompt to get you writing your own truths.
By Freckles Farm5 years ago in Poets
Mentality
Living in objectivity is not “objective” because what do we really know? I live subjectively to find objective answers in my own life. For me a philosophical mind state is the most freeing space my mind can live in. I look at all possibilities and all sides to find whats missing. Only the real can expose itself to you, but in order to see, you must free your mind from finding the one single best answer. Instead come to terms with the fact there might not be the one single best answer.
By Ethan Holloway5 years ago in Poets
Opposing hearts
He can not feel it through the icy wall he's constructed; he's grown numb with the cold. Her hot breath in his ear, whispering promises of hope, can not penetrate his fortress. Her oath of perseverance grows wilted from her tears, the salty stains marring the surface and making it unclean.
By Andrea James5 years ago in Poets
In the dark
In the dark when we are in our mother's womb for 9 gloomy months, we are in utter darkness. We cannot see, talk , crawl or walk, but unbeknown to us ,we are developing in the dark. We are provided with vital nourishment, food and beverage and most importantly ,we are provided with the essential life support pre natal vitamins. Eventually we are released from this gloomy cozy pouch that we call home, at a set appointed time, welcomed into the world , where we were meet the indescribable light that we were never exposed to or accustomed to , while we were temporary residents in the belly of a dim comfort zone.
By Ivery Mckee5 years ago in Poets
Urge
Doggone it! I need to write a sonnet that impresses my teacher to no end. She’d rather I reflect upon it instead of partying all night with friends. But I want to live life to the fullest and dance like there isn’t a tomorrow. I want to dress in all of my finest and find another poem to borrow. Yet, I’m to pretend that I am Shakespeare and pen an ode to my undying love. But I would rather drink this ice cold beer than write of twinkling stars high above. So, as I’m at a loss for words to write I’ll compose a sonnet tomorrow night.
By Hyacinth Andersen5 years ago in Poets
