It's Day 737 of @mariannewest's five-minute #freewrite, the prompt for today is -- step out of the shadow. Stepping out of the Shadow, funny thing I took this photo of my shadow last week while playing

  Red tongue  Raspberry sweet or raw vulgarity    The crimson red tongue in its clarity   Lies loud laced with sinful sorrow   Yet calm clear collective and sharp

10-24-19 Haste Through the eyes of the night, I sit and wonder at the frights What would be, will always be a death for you, a death for me. When the day is done and gone, I will miss that long red tongue.

Cover graphics by - @aaronleang Welcome to the 749th Daily Edition of the Daily Qurator. Below you will find some awesome members of @qurator that worked hard to post some good quality content for all

For Read. Read aloud the poem. You’re allowed to read the poem, you. Call these words by their names, Call and These and Words and By and Their Names Words who have personalities Who have thoughts of their

A rat, a rat, upon the mat! The ways folks ran – now this, now that! But Pitcher Harvey Brown stood pat; His best fastball – that rat went splat …

You just have to wonder sometimes... Digital human – is that all I am, While grooving on this social media jam? I think, I exist, but not touched, heard, or seen By others I “know,” though the world's

A happy mishap; I tripped right over The one I love – A klutz-made romance That we can locate: Sent from above!

A cat of mangy calico -- That's all who THINK they see can know. That's all the seeing world can see-- Not blessed with dimming eyes, like me This little cat and I are old, But as a team we are quite bold.

I do love you, San Francisco, BUT... Ah, city -- gold town That lives without a care! Long may you live, And breathe sweet, salty air. Yet every day, The salt loses more savor. The cost to live Is driving

I landed my flier on a field. From the air, it looked all violet. Indeed, when I stepped out of the door, heather flowers were all around me. It was early Sunday morning and the dew was still on flowers.

The note was posted on the door: "You love me, dear? I love you MORE!" And then he went his weary way, His grinding, "make-a-living" day . I have no doubt he wrote the truth, For, braving

Acrostic Poem Can you see how I struggle to do what I did before with ease? A simple task is increasingly difficult at my age. Decrepitude describes me now. My "sell by" date has long passed.

Source ... Blood dripping, tired, panting This stranger isn't like them Falling on each steps, needing a hand Gasping for breathe, can't grab what he said. ... ... A home away from home Bending his knees,

Man's health, living, eating, dying Still, he forgot his maker who for his soul is crying For this once He sent His Son to the cross That we might be called His sons. ... ... Still, he wouldn't listen,

Source The time wouldn't permit Let this shot out in a bit Glazing at my him, horror return Corking the bastard, this time, can't run. ... Judgement served hot, never cared Trafficked young, my pussy they

I could tell from the start that you were in danger couldn’t I? You looked at me and I saw the desperation in your eyes I knew right there and then that you’re in dire need for help I wonder why I can

Rate me honey, I've change taste Turning, restless as a bunny, with decked face On this I've spent all my money, still, I feel caste What else, honey, Do I still need paste. ... ... Buttocks check, cheeks

Hello everyone! This is my participation in today's freewrite. The prompt was "emperor". Poem 1 who is the weight behind the crown? sometimes the shadow of the emperor gets the most accomplished

Source Even in the heat of the day Deep in the coldness of the night A life of loneliness, am afraid As my my feet got many blight As my toes mumbles together I begin to shake like feathers Asking myself,