Pebbles by Jens Grabarske
I found a pebble on the beach So smooth its surface on my palm. And with a sweeping motion then I tossed it back towards the lake. The pebble flew and touched the water and jumped back up into the…...
Category 2021 Poetry Prompt 6: Found
Poetry Prompt 6: Found
Deadline: 23 June April 2021
Please do not post before the deadline.
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found out by nsbnina
they found him the next morning a dark huddle on pristine powder bloody scratches in fresh snow not far from the frat that pledged him his useless legs dragged wider tracks once he stumbled on the court because they said…...
Found by Beverley Hart
I have been lost for a while now Lonely and heartsore Incapacitated by fear My husband’s cancer diagnosis Fell foul of the second wave He died Two days after Christmas Our short term rental Intended for his recovery Ended in…...
Treasure by Joan
When the marching band of life o’erwhelms, And you’re caught in the drill and noise, And every step that you take is ordained, And you can’t hear your inner voice, ** You start to wonder, “Why am I here? “What…...
Glimpse by Poem Crush
You’re looking for yourself in these words We all do, in fact we all have it This longing to catch glimpses of our hearts In the phrases we read and the whispers of the poet Unless these letters speak to…...
Lost & Found by Lee Montgomery-Hughes
I see what you don’t show I listen to the way you use words I hear what you can’t say I see beyond your eyes I know your expressions I interpret your silence I understand Feel the hurt and touch…...
The Lost Ship by Srivalli Rekha
Not found Inside the waves Drowned in the dark waters Wedged tight in the sandy bottom Vanished . A curse? A siren’s song? Human greed; thirst, lust, death Too heavy burden to carry Ship lost # Read Srivalli Rekha’s work….…...
Lost and Found by Wanda Hughes
Lost and Found, Found is Better Lost is black and gloomy and damp and Full of things that cling and grab and slither. Found is light and sweet smells on the wind and Full of things that glitter and…...
Found by June Hunter
No spark emerges from the dullness of a mind full of secret hiding places where thoughts used to hang out in discussion with one another. . Each time I find them they close their doors and I’m left out in…...