#wc writerscreed

[slowfalter]

Watch what you say around me

You could end up in a poem

And if you’re unlucky

It might just be a crap one

With a chaotic rhyme scheme

And far too many similes

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

[imperial-poetry-prompts]

Summer Prompts

#imperialprompts

Sweaty palms

Scratching bug bites

Camp fires eyes

Back-porch Shandy

Fireworks

Le plage

Water Ice

Escapism

Sundress exclusive

Rearranging emotions

[leftiswhatgodmademe]

New poem from an old soul #1

Follow me into the sea and dance with dreams beneath the waves

There are dark and beautiful mysteries here, hold your breath

Follow me into the sea and drink pink salt and sorrow

There are dark and beautiful terrors here, hold your breath

[spinningjupiters]

Dreams //

I said

I had dreams

So faintly

As though

They might not crack

The glass in-between

I said

I had a heart

So quietly

As to not hear

My heart beat

I said

Both are now dead

So softly

That the earth

Might not notice

What is buried

Underneath

[origami-houses]

When it’s all over,

you’ll be the best story

I ever write.

- G.L. Angelone

[sha-ms]

Written for a poetry contest and inspired by Taylor Swift song "the lakes" and a lyric line quoted in the poem.

[sleepy-blog]

December nights

And January cold,

Winter is like an old friend,

Knocking on the door.

They bring a fresh gust of windy memories and a painting

They painted in regard to thee;

White and cold and full of warm opportunities,

this winter it feels.

There is aimless drifting chatter

Fluttering by,

You don't know what to make of it,

You're alone;

But not really.

Not tonight.

[she-wears-glasses]

You deserve to have someone who

when they think of love

their only thought is

you.

Not in an obsessive stalker way,

but in an a way where it's

that first conversation that immediately pulls both of you in that

makes you think

this must be how people define

chemistry.

Where every time you brush their fingertips it feels

electric.

Where there is no need to play games because

this person pulls you in deep so sudden that

you can't help but be yourself.

And maybe people will say this is all a fantasy, that

love doesn't work this way, and yes

chemistry this magnetic is very possibly a

rarity with

no guarantees of working out.

But

can a woman just admit that

she believes that people deserve to have this type of

powerful connection themselves?

That she admits that

she wants a connection like this

for herself?

[slowfalter]

The foxgloves

so named

I’ve always imagined

because foxes could wear them

as poisonous mittens

are preparing to bloom

on a Sunday afternoon

spent micro-fracturing my heart

and resetting the break

Prospecting it’s contents

for a suggestion of promise

hoping to uncover

just one decent sentence

Convince me that if I had to

I could write to save my life

The bees are all unfolding

The clouds are looking ripe

———

[lorienfae]

Icicles

Shivering eyelashes, icicle breath, formulating miniscule stalactites, dare one to look inside, see, sight an aside of this act that follows an act that follows, lines crossed and fumbled through the tumbling of unsteady feet upon the ice, slipping and sliding, fingers outward but missing, missing, missing, hold on just hold on I've got you, here, grab on but still missing, all the northern trees, branches in snow, icy white, a bone-yard, like eyes filled with love entombed within those icicles.

© Anna S., 2022

[spinningjupiters]

// to be //

Marbled floors

With intricate tapestries

There was once a rumor

That those who prayed here

Spoke words as sweet as honey

As the silver glowed in their dark hair

They kept experiences

Neatly braided

And clothed in white shawls

Never missing a beat to be grateful

Those people who I thought

Knew not of the struggles I face

The ones I thought

Ought to carry the most weight

Those perplexities

I've learnt

Only matter to me

For in that time

I had believed

No one could save me

So when their prayers were answered

And I was given a new life

I breathed the fresh air

And I let the thoughts free, at last

I entered the same rooms

Floors changed

And windows wide open

Those wrinkled faces had moved on

And now it was almost time to bloom

I figured I can only carry my soul

This far

And the memories will soon depart

But they remained a part of me

In my mannerisms

In words of sorrow and glee

For we choose what becomes of us

Ashes and bones

Hopes and disgust

So while the flicker of hope lasts

I let the storm pass

For whatever they said

Got fulfilled

A prophecy is being written

Each time we forgive

Time and ourselves

For experiencing loss

And still learning to be.

[origami-houses]

Is it okay

if I just sit with you?

Words will only confuse us

in a way that silence

never would.

- G.L. Angelone

[pangarina-angelin-a]

poem and photo by pangarina-angelin-a

[maysnowspoetry]

Man Eater

I am what men think they want Enough of the manic pixie of their dreams And enough of a loner that makes them feel smart for wanting to fuck me but still not smart enough to get me off.

Enough of a man to be one of the guys And enough of a woman that their sexuality isn't threatened.

I am what men think they want more than heaven itself.

Something about who I am makes men throw their entire live away.

I am what men think they want until they see me as a person until I won't tolerate bad behavior.

I ruin men I ruin them completely I ruin them by not stopping them from ruining themselves.

Walking away is all it takes.

I am no angel I will hear stories of how they obliterated themselves Never looking back at the end of their world.

I am a flash of darkness in their delusional daydream

[the-sum-of-many-poets]

in response to henry adams

blossom speaks of snow speaks of confetti

in the fellowship of this tree

a brotherly shadow wraps around me

its law of transient florescence

unfurls

on the lip of renewal

surely the most precocious season

this much beauty in the hands of a human would be vanity

I am ulysses returning home

far woe forlorn

my only task

meek in comparison to bees

pollen dusted like pastries

is to be overwhelmed

& bear in mind

fireworks have undergone a less spectacular fracas

this hullabaloo for the eyes

invites me with quiet indifference

to watch its dialogue with the wind

to forget what I was doing

under the silent rumpus

under the algorithm of falling things

beginnings & endings

weighted equivalently

its petals were the sound of fur

& I was a drunken bird

see

this is what happens when you ask for order

nature garnishes the shoulder with chaos

a shower of comets named me

that’s the size of humans

more robots with feelings

a message is taped to the tree

alfie the tabby

if you return home

if there’s an algorithm for creatures that go missing

please contact shiloh

©️David Sichler

[lorienfae]

Listless suburbia tries to numb its perpetually saturnine self by powder white, most potent when degrees wane so low,

dipping below,

the kind where the ground is half-ash half-assed-ice, lines of tracks where wheels toiled, my own fail me for a moment, spinning —

you know how these roads are, how they snare at the traction —

yet it's only a half-spin, before I pull in, the rare sun chortling at my steering; I glance at the rest of the cars slumbering on

'neath those blankets, the heat from the vents nuzzling my skin, and I hope you too

find solace in the warmth, sleep unburdoned, however briefly.

© Anna S., 2022