Writing Prompt
BIRTHDAY POEM
Write your birthday down the left hand side in this format mm/dd/yyyy and write a poem based on the illustration below, in which each line contains as many words as the number opposite it. For example,
February 25, 1980 is 02/25/1980
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Zero "0" is a wild card. You can write as many words as you'd like.
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Names etched on
the head of a pin.
One name spanning
a bridge, another
undergoing a tunnel.
A blue name needled
into the skin.
Names of citizens,
workers, mothers,
and fathers,
The bright-eyed
daughter, the quick son.
Alphabet of names in
a green field.
Names in the small tracks of birds.
Names lifted from a hat
Or balanced on
the tip of the tongue.
Names wheeled
into the dim warehouse
of memory.
So many names, there
is barely room on
the walls of the heart.
THE NAMES
By BILLY COLLINS
Ya estamos en medio de Agosto y el verano pasa volando!
No quiero que se acabe esta época del año en la que puedes pasar tiempo con personas que no puedes ver el resto del año, y en la que tienes tiempo para dedicarte a ti mismo en las cosas que te gustan.
Toca aprovechar lo que queda!
Just hold my hand & put me in your heart PlizZZzZ ...
I can't fight alone with the world for us without ur love ..
js ✒️
I don't celebrate friendship day on a fix date ..
I celebrate 🎉 everyday as a friendship day when I be with my crazy friends .. & We enjoy every moment together ... 👍
js ✒️
“Never give up on a dream
just because of the time
it will take to accomplish it."
#PhotoChallenge
STREET OF STORIES
In a house
In a street
Street on a hill
Street with a view
View of the peaks
View of the town
Town full of shoppers
Town full of buses
Buses to the peaks
Buses ferrying school kids
Kids chewing gum
Kids looking for Mum
Mum looking for kids
Mum scanning her phone
Phone is her friend
Phone takes her time
Time from her kids
Time from that view
View of those peaks
View of that town
Town below the hill
Town below the field
Field swaying with wheat
Field full of poppies
Poppies so red
Poppies bright scarlet
Scarlet seen from the town
Scarlet seen from the peaks
Peaks have snow in winter
Peaks deep purple in a storm
Storm is at home
Storm in a teacup
Teacup is o...
our love was built on
emotions that were
devoid of anything real.
now all i'm left with
are the memories of
kisses that you
pretended to feel.
So finally my friend left a moment ago.
I went to see him off outside to the taxi. I somehow controlled my tears as he was the only one I trusted and shared my emotions with, in my city and now he was leaving. Life never lets you feel safe and stable for long.
UNIQUE
They say we are unusual,
Call us unconventional,
Beause we don't fit the bill,
Of what they think is usual.
Stop being judgemental,
We aren't Run-of-the-mill,
And hold your horses still,
Our singularity is incredible.
-Jeevitha
:💓jini
Let me hug u woman
kiss on ur forehead plain
so I can suck all ur pain ....
💓sinujny
In the comments section below, write a 13 word story based on this illustration.
Run with me in this rain ...
I just want hold you in my soul with every rain drop for forever ...
@survivor_sin
Oh little girl!
Oh little girl near the alley bar of a little town,
who looks so graceful in her long flowing gown.
With a beautiful smile, you greet passers-by,
innocent and pure like an angel from the sky.
Oh little girl, you are so gentle and kind,
a loving heart like yours is hard to find.
No matter how sad we are,
seeing you smile, heals our scar.
Oh little girl, where have you gone?
the alley is empty with memories of your song.
Searching for you every nook and corner,
they found your body by the garner.
Oh little girl, raped and torn,
her body bruised in the bushes of thorn.
How could they do such horror?
clearly these men do not have any honour!
Oh l...
You and I
will remain in the books.
Some mere piece of history,
a myth —
like all the poetry
of past lovers and
near destinies.
_____________________________
"Wings : A short story"
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This was her last shot. She knew it well. Clutching a coffee cup in her hand, being very nervous as the day had come when her determination would either pay off or won't.
She never worked as strenuously, as she did for the last six months. She had gained a lot of insight and learned from the experiences she had gone through. Success and failure, for her, it was now a mere reflection of mindset. As she knew she had prepared herself for what's waiting long ahead and not just for tomorrow.
Only she knew what she felt right at that moment. People misunderstood her, judged her, taunted her, challenged her c...
These rains mesmerise us.
The clouds cry to give us peace without any expectations.
We also have someone in our lives whom we love so much that we cry within sometimes but we want them to feel happy.
There’s not much of a difference between us and the clouds anyway.
