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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
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Pencil Sketched Sky

The dust swept the reasons from my soul

for feeling like falling in love with you.

Vignettes played of you before life ceased,

swift feet danced on the brink in soft wind

but time erased our fallen leaves of fall.

You disappeared beyond reach of my eyes

in dusky shadows of dimly lit evening.

You became a star in pencil sketched sky

as days whispered softly in tender winds.

You won’t be there to tie my shoes -

you’ve reached your destination

of cellophaned roses upon your breast,

melting in drops upon hallowed earth,

heavens shrouded in tormented cries.

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"I feel like falling...." write a poem using those words or any variation of those words.
Written by sandflea68
Pencil Sketched Sky
The dust swept the reasons from my soul
for feeling like falling in love with you.
Vignettes played of you before life ceased,
swift feet danced on the brink in soft wind
but time erased our fallen leaves of fall.
You disappeared beyond reach of my eyes
in dusky shadows of dimly lit evening.
You became a star in pencil sketched sky
as days whispered softly in tender winds.
You won’t be there to tie my shoes -
you’ve reached your destination
of cellophaned roses upon your breast,
melting in drops upon hallowed earth,
heavens shrouded in tormented cries.

#challenge  #FeelLikeFalling 
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Dead Souls

I sat down by the River Styx

grappled with pain

of stinging blackness

       Dead souls across the river

ride of life and death

elevator of existence

cascading to bottomless pit

       Dead souls across the river

ferryman looks straight ahead

sensing endless journey

from one world to next

       Dead souls across the river

coffins split wide open

tormented souls flailing

a solo glacial passage

       Dead souls across the river

hitchhikers step to onyx side

tasting speed in which they sail

cold breeze in knotted sky

       Dead souls across the river

birds of prey spear entrails

frozen pallor of death

seething water of man’s curse.

       Dead souls across the river

warning cries of timid ancestors

proclaim icy slinging of mud

pale white horse of death

       Dead souls across the river

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Dead Souls
I sat down by the River Styx
grappled with pain
of stinging blackness
       Dead souls across the river
ride of life and death
elevator of existence
cascading to bottomless pit
       Dead souls across the river
ferryman looks straight ahead
sensing endless journey
from one world to next
       Dead souls across the river
coffins split wide open
tormented souls flailing
a solo glacial passage
       Dead souls across the river
hitchhikers step to onyx side
tasting speed in which they sail
cold breeze in knotted sky
       Dead souls across the river
birds of prey spear entrails
frozen pallor of death
seething water of man’s curse.
       Dead souls across the river
warning cries of timid ancestors
proclaim icy slinging of mud
pale white horse of death
       Dead souls across the river


#challenge  #riverStyx 
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Pick your favorite line from a song or work of fiction. Use that as the title for an original piece of poetry or prose. tag me!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction

Tapestry

“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world as me.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

You are the space betwixt

my skin and my heart -

more than a beloved

manuscript on pages,

a borrowed entity

for a brief moment

of gilded time,

the rise and fall

of my chest as

I breathe your essence,

a patch of love

silhouetted against

the midnight sky,

succulent juices, dripping

on my tongue,

gentleness soothing

my sobbing soul,

secret summer days

in sunshine of you,

resounding poetry

sparkling in your eyes,

fragility among

hard bitter surfaces,

as you touch me

while we are

standing apart ,

wings exploring

our world,

tapestry of us

braided together

becoming one.

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Pick your favorite line from a song or work of fiction. Use that as the title for an original piece of poetry or prose. tag me!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Fiction
Tapestry
“I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world as me.” F. Scott Fitzgerald

You are the space betwixt
my skin and my heart -
more than a beloved
manuscript on pages,
a borrowed entity
for a brief moment
of gilded time,
the rise and fall
of my chest as
I breathe your essence,
a patch of love
silhouetted against
the midnight sky,
succulent juices, dripping
on my tongue,
gentleness soothing
my sobbing soul,
secret summer days
in sunshine of you,
resounding poetry
sparkling in your eyes,
fragility among
hard bitter surfaces,
as you touch me
while we are
standing apart ,
wings exploring
our world,
tapestry of us
braided together
becoming one.

#challenge  #PoemBasedOnLinefromFScottFitzgerald 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku

Fresh Start

Raging hurricane

sweeps the salt encrusted sand

seaweed lost at sea.

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Haiku
Fresh Start
Raging hurricane
sweeps the salt encrusted sand
seaweed lost at sea.

#haiku  #storm 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Blue Fantasies

Overwhelmed by blues,

I seek the tomorrow in you,

your eyes the bluest of blues

wrapped in cobalt lace,

tucked into my heart.

Cerulean feelings tingle

in our indigo skies,

aqua tints on your skin.

Needing to unzip you,

discover what’s inside.

Close your eyes

and float with me

in fantasies of blue

pillowed in

azure tomorrows.

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Blue Fantasies
Overwhelmed by blues,
I seek the tomorrow in you,
your eyes the bluest of blues
wrapped in cobalt lace,
tucked into my heart.
Cerulean feelings tingle
in our indigo skies,
aqua tints on your skin.
Needing to unzip you,
discover what’s inside.
Close your eyes
and float with me
in fantasies of blue
pillowed in
azure tomorrows.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Immaculate Proposal

I had been watching her for a long time as she sat at the bar, sipping her drink, waiting for an attractive man to hit on her. When she didn’t get any immediate takers, she hitched up her skirt almost to the panty line and shifted her shapely ass on the bar stool in a fascinating concentric motion. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her but I knew the smart thing to do would be to bide my time until the moment was right. Sometimes, she would twirl her shiny ebony hair around her finger or flip it back from her face. I figured she was an avid reader of Cosmopolitan, swallowing the nonsense that this was the way to become a magnet for male attention. I watched with fascination as she swirled her drink with a finger and then sucked it into her moist pink mouth, in and out, in and out.

She was beautiful and mesmerizing as she played her little game. I knew if I just waited until she tired, I could make my move. Once in a while, her gaze would shift in my direction and I imagined that she showed a slight interest. I noticed that several men sat on the bar stool beside her and then left when she rejected them. Oh, this was such fun to watch. I realized she was waiting for me. I looked at her soulfully, certain that she would fall for my bait. For my ploy, and it had always worked in the past, was to wait until my target became tired of waiting and came to me.

After several hours of dangling her bait on her hook, she apparently tired of this pursuit and sauntered toward me. The desire for her almost overwhelmed me but she passed by my table without a glance and headed to the restroom. Unable to control myself, I followed her and waited outside the restroom door. As she walked out, she gave a quick look at me and walked right past me. Grabbing her arm, I told her to quit playing her game.

She laughed at me and said, “You’re wasting your time. I’m not turned on by you.” She made the mistake of smirking as she said it and that was the last thing she ever did as I plunged the knife into her belly.

That ought to keep these bitches from always rejecting me! I had the sudden urge to go home and scrub myself clean, once again. Mama always told me to stay away from these dirty, nasty whores and I was positive she would be waiting up for me, with milk and cookies, to hear my latest story.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Immaculate Proposal
I had been watching her for a long time as she sat at the bar, sipping her drink, waiting for an attractive man to hit on her. When she didn’t get any immediate takers, she hitched up her skirt almost to the panty line and shifted her shapely ass on the bar stool in a fascinating concentric motion. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her but I knew the smart thing to do would be to bide my time until the moment was right. Sometimes, she would twirl her shiny ebony hair around her finger or flip it back from her face. I figured she was an avid reader of Cosmopolitan, swallowing the nonsense that this was the way to become a magnet for male attention. I watched with fascination as she swirled her drink with a finger and then sucked it into her moist pink mouth, in and out, in and out.

She was beautiful and mesmerizing as she played her little game. I knew if I just waited until she tired, I could make my move. Once in a while, her gaze would shift in my direction and I imagined that she showed a slight interest. I noticed that several men sat on the bar stool beside her and then left when she rejected them. Oh, this was such fun to watch. I realized she was waiting for me. I looked at her soulfully, certain that she would fall for my bait. For my ploy, and it had always worked in the past, was to wait until my target became tired of waiting and came to me.

After several hours of dangling her bait on her hook, she apparently tired of this pursuit and sauntered toward me. The desire for her almost overwhelmed me but she passed by my table without a glance and headed to the restroom. Unable to control myself, I followed her and waited outside the restroom door. As she walked out, she gave a quick look at me and walked right past me. Grabbing her arm, I told her to quit playing her game.

She laughed at me and said, “You’re wasting your time. I’m not turned on by you.” She made the mistake of smirking as she said it and that was the last thing she ever did as I plunged the knife into her belly.

That ought to keep these bitches from always rejecting me! I had the sudden urge to go home and scrub myself clean, once again. Mama always told me to stay away from these dirty, nasty whores and I was positive she would be waiting up for me, with milk and cookies, to hear my latest story.
#challenge  #rejection 
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Write a Poem about your favourite word or words, if like me you have two. My favourite words are Dubious and indubitably and yet, I rarely use them. I will post my poem with these two words soon...Can't wait to read yours!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Intoxication

Cobalt night bowed to world fickle and raw

sliver of moon sliced path through the sky

engraving naked passion with gossamer chisels

waiting for first blush of sultry dawn ribbons

heavens resplendent in chains of gilded stars

wrapped around skies like blanketed lust.

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Write a Poem about your favourite word or words, if like me you have two. My favourite words are Dubious and indubitably and yet, I rarely use them. I will post my poem with these two words soon...Can't wait to read yours!
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Intoxication
Cobalt night bowed to world fickle and raw
sliver of moon sliced path through the sky
engraving naked passion with gossamer chisels
waiting for first blush of sultry dawn ribbons
heavens resplendent in chains of gilded stars
wrapped around skies like blanketed lust.

#challenge 
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Name a storm. Then, describe what kind of storm it is, and wrote a story/poem about the storm.
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Addiction

Black winds choked my dreams,

the charging ride of Sebastian,

storm clouds gathering around head.

His deluge swelled my river of tears

like a hurricane, he howled in darkness.

       addiction burned into my layers

Fire coursed through his veins -

beware to those in his uneven path,

loose canvas with bloody paint,

flaunting body down erased streets,

fierce lion eyes bespoke his danger.

       addiction burned into my layers

He threw my sun below the horizon

a one legged threat flinging bits of me

in weaved rippled designs in my soul.

His wanton spirits encroached

as midnight bell chimed in agony.

       addiction burned into my layers

I watched his cruel storm forewarn,

unleashing shady promises of darkness.

Ebony exhaust encapsulated inside me,

but still, I wanted to taste and sip him,

witness thrashing downpour of his words

glue my eyes to his branded storm.

       addiction burned into my layers

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Name a storm. Then, describe what kind of storm it is, and wrote a story/poem about the storm.
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Addiction
Black winds choked my dreams,
the charging ride of Sebastian,
storm clouds gathering around head.
His deluge swelled my river of tears
like a hurricane, he howled in darkness.
       addiction burned into my layers
Fire coursed through his veins -
beware to those in his uneven path,
loose canvas with bloody paint,
flaunting body down erased streets,
fierce lion eyes bespoke his danger.
       addiction burned into my layers
He threw my sun below the horizon
a one legged threat flinging bits of me
in weaved rippled designs in my soul.
His wanton spirits encroached
as midnight bell chimed in agony.
       addiction burned into my layers
I watched his cruel storm forewarn,
unleashing shady promises of darkness.
Ebony exhaust encapsulated inside me,
but still, I wanted to taste and sip him,
witness thrashing downpour of his words
glue my eyes to his branded storm.
       addiction burned into my layers
#challenge  #StormSebastian 
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Tell us who your favourite poet/writer is on Prose and why...also what is your favourite piece of their work and why that particular piece.
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Lonely Streets - @Mel

I love all the very unique and talented writers on Prose but if I had to pick only one, it would be @Mel. I feel such a strength emanating from her and yet a sadness which she keeps buried. Her words are melancholy slices of life which take me down lonely streets and introduce me to misfits and people who just don’t fit in any niche.

The way she writes makes me feel that I am there, experiencing her deep thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, I want to cry for the lost souls and sometimes I just want to cocoon Mel in a place of safety and tell her everything is all right. The rawness and honesty of her writes captures me in their grip. But make no mistake, she takes past misfortunes and transfixes them into new beginnings in which she goes to school, takes care of a younger brother and works very hard as well. She has developed such character in facing her past, molding herself into an inspiring, young writer. Her kindness and decency in dealing with others shines through, although she keeps a stiff upper lip in the face of hardship. 

She is both a liver of life and a conqueror of all she has seen. How do I know all this? All I need to do is read her latest story to understand her and want to see her succeed. And all of this, she puts on paper, capturing my heart and the heart of others. Well done, my lovely friend.

As for picking my favorite piece of hers, I love them all and so do other Prosers. Perhaps the last write that she submitted to the literary agency would be a good choice. I hope they recognize her talent. https://theprose.com/post/141560

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Tell us who your favourite poet/writer is on Prose and why...also what is your favourite piece of their work and why that particular piece.
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Lonely Streets - @Mel
I love all the very unique and talented writers on Prose but if I had to pick only one, it would be @Mel. I feel such a strength emanating from her and yet a sadness which she keeps buried. Her words are melancholy slices of life which take me down lonely streets and introduce me to misfits and people who just don’t fit in any niche.

The way she writes makes me feel that I am there, experiencing her deep thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, I want to cry for the lost souls and sometimes I just want to cocoon Mel in a place of safety and tell her everything is all right. The rawness and honesty of her writes captures me in their grip. But make no mistake, she takes past misfortunes and transfixes them into new beginnings in which she goes to school, takes care of a younger brother and works very hard as well. She has developed such character in facing her past, molding herself into an inspiring, young writer. Her kindness and decency in dealing with others shines through, although she keeps a stiff upper lip in the face of hardship. 

She is both a liver of life and a conqueror of all she has seen. How do I know all this? All I need to do is read her latest story to understand her and want to see her succeed. And all of this, she puts on paper, capturing my heart and the heart of others. Well done, my lovely friend.

As for picking my favorite piece of hers, I love them all and so do other Prosers. Perhaps the last write that she submitted to the literary agency would be a good choice. I hope they recognize her talent. https://theprose.com/post/141560

#challenge  #FavoriteProser 
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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
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Rose Petals

I felt her loveliness

slipping inside my skin

to nestle next to my heart.

She brushed our world

with sublime paint strokes,

blurred flashbacks

of memory upon her brow.

She touched the promise

of rose petals in soft blush

as the sun sketched

roadway to her open soul.

She offered the sweet scent

of her neck in depth

of her love and caring,

passion soaring

above the filmy clouds.

I watched the beauty

of her like melting butter

on toast, meandering

through life and love,

together with me,

in the melody of

our shared song

wandering on our path

of soft blades of grass.

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A list of any of and all that you find lovely. Positive vibes my friends, positive vibes. Try to take a unique perspective on this, what do YOU find lovely? Want to write your list in any format? DO IT. Want to write a novel? DO IT. All I ask is that you tag me as well as any follower you haven't really interacted with yet. <----- JUST DO IT. Hehe sorry to get all Shia. Be free you writers of Prose!!
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Rose Petals
I felt her loveliness
slipping inside my skin
to nestle next to my heart.
She brushed our world
with sublime paint strokes,
blurred flashbacks
of memory upon her brow.
She touched the promise
of rose petals in soft blush
as the sun sketched
roadway to her open soul.
She offered the sweet scent
of her neck in depth
of her love and caring,
passion soaring
above the filmy clouds.
I watched the beauty
of her like melting butter
on toast, meandering
through life and love,
together with me,
in the melody of
our shared song
wandering on our path
of soft blades of grass.

#challenge  #lovely 
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