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Day #5: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 5/14 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “movie theater” We sat down in the dark of the movie theater. As we waited for the movie to start, the scent of popcorn reached my nose. I could hear people slurping up drinks through straws, and a murmur of disembodied voices floated on the stale air.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Traversing Frost's Terrain
I have always admired the poetry of Robert Frost, and as a tribute to the enduring legacy of one of America's most celebrated poets, I have written this abecedarian poem, the lines inspired by or directly taken from the titles of his works.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
What to do?
"Going to School, Coming to home. Holding a laptop, opening the Chrome. I am child for love. But I'm under a life so though. I am an owl of night. Wake up and study, Alright! Never knew where it ends. Seeing my parents worried, I'm so Tense! What's the way out? I must find. An aim to choose that's what to find. To find an aim, I'm so blind. Never knew what the book means. I am a baby just of dreams. life is short, my hope is God. All wishes coming true, that's what no one has ever got. Why do I need to try, When looking failure, why do eyes too cry? Why so fear, I am strong, That's a lie! Books what are you, there for? my mind is so dumb, you know for sure. Learn to Earn, a rule of fools. Earn to learn, that's a tool. books are you making us a fool? why a student am I so cool? Need a purpose to go to school. Advise me reader if you know something. I am your friend, now tell me something. My problem so small. Why go to school and miss the mall? Why students are filled across the hall?" Writer: Eiman Asif
By Eiman Asif2 years ago in Poets
Day #4: Writing Challenge
CHALLENGE #1: OBJECT WRITING Day 4/14 “WHAT” Writing 5 minutes – “curb” I tripped over the curb while walking and watching some other people with a dog on a leash. I went sprawling to the stony concrete, hoping no one saw as I got back to my feet and dusted off my scraped up hands. I could still see the furry black dog panting. He looked happy. The couple were oblkivious to me or the dog, caught up in convrsation and loving ghazes.
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
