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How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.
Owner’s Manual for the Heart:
Dear Human Heart User: Warning! When using this machine always observe these safety precautions: • The grief app must be run with caution. Overuse of grief software uses up the memory, causing the sorrow, despair, depression, and anxiety apps to initiate and use up valuable resources. This can result in the impairment of the other hardware with which the heart device works, causing the whole system to break down over time, potentially creating a situation which is beyond repair.
By Brijit Reed3 years ago in Poets
Letter to the Editor
To the Powers that be, Greetings! I hope this letter finds you well. I am bursting at the seems from all the stories I have to tell. A "free" writing platform I found one day somehow. I've been on it a little while, over 2 years now. Short stories, poems, interviews too. The subjects available to write for are quite the array. Every few days or so, a challenge emerges. Oh how interesting they always are, teaching me literary terms I'd never heard before. I have entered challenges, one after the other. I check anxiously, only to see that first place is always another, never this single mother.It is disheartening, if I am being honest and clear. Please, continue to hear me out dear. I am a black single mom, but I am not a statistic. I am not pulling the race card either, in case you missed it. I haven't seen a winner like me though. At least not yet. Is it me? Specifically?? Does my writing suck so much that even after entering challenges for years, I still lose? How do you choose? What specifications, unlisted, do I have to meet? I will continue to compete. Be a graceful loser. Better luck next time and all that. A nice pat on my back: "Go get 'em tiger!"I will. I know life isn't fair but I wanna make sure the scale isn't tipped. Again I will try...*coin flipped*
By Latoya Giles 3 years ago in Poets
A Letter To A Mother
Dear Mary, You were barely beyond childhood when you were chosen to be a prominent character in eternity. There was I, at thirty five, following a fork that led me down the road of maternity. You were young and I was old. We were each faced with a glimpse of the unknown. You were trusting and I was weak. Your partner in life was humble and meek. Mine was of another type, all about self and what he wanted to seek.
By Pamela Johnson3 years ago in Poets
