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Whispers of Midnight
Underneath the quiet of midnight skies, where the world lies still, a calm enchantment unfurls. The moon, cloaked in her silver outfit, casts a tender shine over a resting soil. Shadows extend and move, not in chaos but in concordance, as in the event that influenced by an inconspicuous cadence. It is in this hour, this sacrosanct delay between recently and tomorrow, that the whispers of midnight start.
By jude odekeabout a year ago in Poets
Stereotype
The pitter patter of tiny feet, running on wooden floors - my cat. I've decided, belatedly, to make up for my long near-absence on Vocal by writing 365 stories this year (0-100, that's me). I'll need to catch up, which probably means a lot of short poetry for a while. This one wasn't thought up at all, but popped into my head from life, with a miaow.
By TheSpinstress about a year ago in Poets
Poetry And Rhyme Are Fun
Sense Swap - Write a short piece (poem or prose) that uses only taste and smell to describe a common scene, like a bustling café or morning commute. Challenge yourself. Do not mention anything visual. Instead, use other senses to paint the world… The Power of Poetry
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
