I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

GMGT

• 72 reads

A group of crows/Is called a murder

I can feel it

coming ever closer

I can feel it

hanging around the corner

I never thought

I would want

for it to come

but

that's the funny thing

about death

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

alex6

• 52 reads

broken

I'm broken, shattered

dazed and confused.

My heart is in p i e c e s

And my soul is too.

I'm done trying to fix this.

I once thought life was worth it.

But now I know the truth.

based on Broken by @Luthien - https://theprose.com/post/331762/broken

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

wabisabi

• 109 reads

proximity*

dark.

i never thought the arms of

death

would be so warm;

nor its strong embrace,

so

comforting.

i never thought of falling,

drowning in it’s

siren sound, but

now that i can

a l m o s t

feel it,

i am

no longer

afraid.

*inspired by the original poem ‘Proximity’ by Luthien.

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

Mazzmyrrheyes

• 104 reads

Stealing Stars

No

a

m

o

u

n

t

of

scars can steal the

b

e

a

u

t

y

you. b

n o

i u

~ n

d

WTIYOS @luthien “scars”

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

sheriharper

• 219 reads

I Fell in Love with a Ghost*

That night, when sunset cast deep shadows

there, under the lamplight I saw eyes

that met mine from a hazy shape, low.

So deep entwined did our souls become

our hearts beat in my ears and my spirit

soared, like a lost seagull missing the boat

sailing off toward the Northern pole pit.

I knew then, you had died someplace cold.

I will be forever old. Lost in time, deprived

no one to grow close to, no one to grow old

with children and house, only a moment

then you were gone.

*first line from Luthien's poem

#love #ghost #poem #sfharper #sheri fresonke harper, #rhyme #north #duluth #photograph

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

PolarBears

• 44 reads

Broken

I can't breathe; my soul is being ripped to shreds. It hurts but every day I try to mend

what keeps on breaking in my head. I can't seem to think straight this jumble of words scratching at the walls of my brain like a dog begging for its owner to let them out. So there i stay withering away without a doubt the only thing in hand are the crisp cold sheets of my bed. My boken heart shatters, while i'm stuck wishing I was dead instead.

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

SaffiyaSmith

• 44 reads

Irrational

The silence that fills this house has never been as overpowering as it was tonight. The memories of running through the halls with a towel around my shoulders couldn’t drown out the feeling of missing life that echoed throughout the hollowed and burnt walls. The beams and vines created an abandoned home. My flashlight flickered on and off and a wish to be back at my apartment swept through my thoughts.

A gust of wind rushed through the house and while I could see that I was the only one there it felt like someone was trailing their fingers across my shoulders.

The dust and ash swept up and traced the back of my neck like breath. My heart sped up and as I walked further and further down the hall. My eyes darted back and forth, trying hopelessly to see into every dark corner, every abscess between the floorboards, every movement in the shadows that made me feel, less, and less alone.

“Hi, Honey.”

I skitter back and press against the staircase leaning against the beams holding up the rail. Standing in the doorway was my girlfriend, her hair pulled up, dirt on her pants, and a paint can in her hands.

“I know this place needs work but I think a coat of paint will make it feel more like the home you used to know.” She walked past me and into the kitchen.

My hand clutched my shirt and I tried to slow my heart rate down. Looking around this ghost of a place and out into the endless darkness that had swallowed the day, I couldn’t help think she was wrong. The shadows of monsters and hope tackled my sensibility and my hands shook as I walked down the hall, properly accompanying the coiled feeling of dread as my feet followed in the footsteps of my past.

*Original Piece

anything

could be lurking

in the shadows

even though

i know

it’s irrational

for me to think

someone

something

could be creeping close to me

i jump up at the slightest sound

switch on a flashlight

and hope to drown

the thoughts that whisper

don’t you know

anything

could be hiding

in the

dark?

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WTIYOS

I saw wabisabi post a challenge like this on prose and I thought it was cool. In this version of the challenge you would take one of my poems and write it in your own style. You can do a total overhaul or just change a few things, whatever you want! My poetry isn't very good so this might be lame, but I hope you like this challenge.

calmelephant

• 23 reads

a note, to mummy.

Mummy,

Are you okay?

You're worse than yesterday,

And your face is all grey.

But it's alright,

I'm here by your side,

I promise we'll find a way.

Mummy,

If you're not feeling good,

You should rest, you really should.

Daddy, brother, and I,

We get along just fine.

It's okay to sleep, it's not rude.

Mummy,

Why do you work like such?

We love you, and thank you very much.

But don't bear all the load,

It's a very very long road.

And the weather you've seen is harsh.

Mummy,

You don't have to be perfect.

I don't have a lot of tact,

But I need to tell you,

Stop being a fool.

It's okay to not be okay,

That's a fact.

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