CreateFun chores for kidsCall it entertainingUntil they grow up and want toBe paid For #tankatuesday weekly poetry challenge #320 using synonyms for the words “work” and “play.”
Tag: Cinquain
Observations
I watch Through the window A squirrel nibbling grass Like my reflection is watching Me eat. For dVerse Poetics: Window Gazing
Holy cannoli, two green anoles
I spy Through my side eye Lime green reptilians Exposed by the hot pink petals Frozen For Colleen Chesebro’s, Wordcraft Poetry #TankaTuesday weekly poetry challenge 313
Bread and Butter
Evening Craving, crunchy Mouthful of scratch-made dough, Lathered on creamy, golden dreams Of fat.
Pizza night, a mirror cinquain
On bed Of melted cheese Lie crushed red pepper seeds Be careful which slice you proceed To feed. The burn On my tongue satisfies hunger Pains, keep me yearning for… More flavor and Water. For Colleen Chesebro’s #TankaTuesday #TheSpiceofLife #Poetry challenge No. 309
Just write it for me, AI.
Experimenting with this poem generator. Found that it can write didactic cinquains. Definition taken from the website. A didactic cinquain is a specific kind of cinquain, which follows the below pattern: I let it suggest words to a cinquain titled “Love”. The results: Love changeless, unselfish effing, pleasuring, hating Absolutely the best affection Interesting choice…
My Lady
Do not You dare paint me Lounging in the corner Irreverently enjoying Time out. Colleen Chesebro’s #TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge No. 208
Saturn
Father,Time is runningOut, I must leave this worldBefore its cold fire consumesMy heart. Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #207
Teenager
Just one Inch difference Between maturity And superiority bites me For now. A cinquain for #tankatuesday weekly #poetry challenge 307, replacing the words change & grow with the synonyms difference & maturity.
Flight
The dove Rests on live wire Watching me watching it Recharge and break the connection. Goodbye. Inspired by a different dove on a different line who flew away before I could photograph it.
Don’t blink, babies.
Stacked eyes, Wide open, look Deep into Nothingness, But bring joy to hearts of children. We buy. Just learned about Adelaide Crapsey’s cinquains, thanks to Word Craft Poetry . Not sure I have it all figured out, but I enjoyed the process. Writing poetry within a structure is like figuring out a riddle or a…
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