Enso is a Japanese word which means circle. When drawn with an opening, it can suggest that imperfection is an inherent part of existence. The enso is also strongly associated with zen, symbolizing absolute strength or enlightenment.
--Today, write a quote or poem about imperfection in less than 10 lines.-- Title your piece Enso and try being as creative as you can.
Personification means giving humanly attributes to inanimate objects or representing abstract quality in human form. It allows writers to give life and motion to non-human things. Personification is very frequent in all literatures - especially in poetry.
Example - Her phone died this morning.
--Write a creative poem or prose personifying an object--
You can personify your diary or curtains or anything else that comes to your mind!
A list poem also called catalogue verse, is simply a list. This could be a list of single words, or it could be a list of sentences. These lists do not necessarily need rhythm or rhyme but they must have a relation to each other, tell a story or offer commentary.
--Today, write a list poetry on "things you preserved over the years"--
Darkish red red rose
In the evening spring of glows
A petal drop goes
– Peter S. Quinn
Haiku is a three-line, beautifully descriptive, Japanese form of poetry, intended to be read in one breath. A traditional haiku has five syllables, or sounds, in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the last.
There's many a lonesome daisy where never a child can be,
And many a lone little brooklet is dancing away to the sea;
Yet children must stay in the city with only dull walls in view,
As if there were never a brooklet and never a daisy grew!
--Today, write a poem or prose about growing differently.-- Define growth in your own unique way!
For today's challenge choose a popular saying or proverb and write an argument against it in the form of a poem. If you can use your own - or someone else's - experience, to support your argument, all the better.
The wooden windchime bells, wriggling under my window pane nudging nostalgia in my head, of our euphoric past existence, midst the murky-greyish clouds voyaging against the vintage sky, painted with pastel puce shade, the sun skimming beneath horizon, the old melancholy oozing out of my wretched hopeless heart, still restlessly reciting your name. The teary clear canvas of my eyes, searching for your hidden shadow, in the puerile low-lit new moon night, stars blanketed by the blistered fog, decorated with the fire-emitting-flies, celebrating my austere agony, gifted to me by a gleeful face, disguised as a delightful love, cruelly pushing me into a crevasse, with a knife stabbed in my spine, saturated in sanguine throe of betrayal.
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************************************ She was a lovely Vast expanse of blue draping Mother Earth with her magical hues Her pristine waters Reflecting the skies overhead Providing the ideal ambience For the romantic soul!
Her brother, the chivalrous sun Visits her from dawn till dusk His sunrays exuding warmth Protecting her from All sorts of danger!
Her lover, the mysterious moon Visits her silently every night Ripples of passion Putting her soul on fire In the form of raging waves!
Her womb is bedecked with Colorful corals, reef Jellyfish, starfish and Other amazing flora and fauna Giving birth to an amazing Treasure trove nurtured by her, The loving compassionate mother!
I have stored a handful of fine sand, that holds faint scarlet stains, from a valley that screams of war. I have borrowed a book of poems, from an insanely alluring soul, her lover now nothing but a star.
I have borrowed for forever, my mother's smile that reminds, me of good days when I look into the mirror. And I have carefully tucked, my dad's torn gumboots, his last letters a little closer and dearer.
I have stored in my front pockets, the fallen feathers of the sparrows, that taught me how to sing. And at the back of my jeans, I preserve a token of sacred love, a cheap and crooked precious ring.
My alter ego forces a few sunsets, and autumn leaves the color of coffee, into the fragile creases of my hair. And I don't store things unwilling to stay, like bad scores in tests, and the scent of spring's air.
In God's gloomy realm Where perfection Is a lie, I stand 17 summers later Nurturing a sunflower in my palms And grey promises on my forehead Growing up Feels like painting a sunset On wooden fences, You never get the colours right Or planting a skyline On both sides Of an uneven smile Growing up is a story Whose end is a two-way street, But your feet are heavy From carrying the weight, Of faint memories While your name Is baptised by the clouds Growth knocks on your foggy windows An apocalypse disguised as home Growing up is a poetry Metamorphosing to a song A Vangogh's sky in the making, A dried paintbrush, A dull panorama And it's okay, If your painting, Is not an art Remember, In God's gloomy realm All artists Have a story But growth, Is an abstract poem
~M e g h a / Growing up is like painting a sky picture
It's not really an #argument ...! Just some lingering thoughts that met my pen and paper.
'Time and tide wait for none' isn't it a saying of the wise? Why then time stops still when I look into those sapphire eyes? __________
'Time flies by like the shooting star', pouts the little girl at the town fair as she hops out of the Carousel Her mother's eyes keep oscillating to the clock tower She is keyed up why the hands are moving much slower
Time is sipped in customized glasses by every terrestrial soul Its speedometer runs wayward It's attuned to your smile and scowl Time spent laughing, with your loved ones, is shrunken by the dial Time's ruthless torture, knows the man in the six by eight cell
Time is a tireless ruler, Time, a masterly healer, Time wipes the flowing tears; Time, a dying man's prayer, Time destroys, begets havoc, tumbles the empires down Time crumbles the sturdiest forts, transforms a mere stone divine.
Time has seen - the dawn of faith, earth shrink to the size of a grain No one dares to capture it's girth None have witnessed it's birth. I watch it slip through my fingers, my fist fails to arrest Caught in Time's colossal web, I am just a miniscule spec.
Beauty is upon you, like the pearls of light decorating the lonely night, Beauty is upon you, like the blooming sunflowers in scorching summer days, Beauty is upon you, like the tranquil silence that descends after the death of the day, Beauty is upon you, like the lively fluttering butterfly after days of being in a cocoon, Beauty is upon you, like the scars of the moon that illuminates the darkling night sky, Beauty is upon you, like the first rays of the sun that touches you on days you don't feel like waking up, Beauty is upon you, like the first steps of a toddler getting up everytime after a wounded fall, Beauty is upon you, like a gentle snowflake on a wintry day that melts down your soul's sorrows, Beauty is upon you, just in the way you are, just in the way you talk, just in the way you smile, breathe and exist.
OMG....never imagined that this would be so loved by all . Thank you @writersnetwork for your kind repost Thank you @miraquill for the POD, after so long..it is thrilling indeed...Love you ❤ Thanks to all for the reposts and kind words . ❤