Virgil

Daydream - Number Thirty-three For you only saw through kaleidoscopes, through shapes, your only way to cope. Embellishing in their adorning patterns, you were somewhere else, off in Saturn. In ...

Forgot to give credit to @Gringoamericano originally for the prompt of the first line that came from Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley. Antique - Number Thirty-two I met a traveller ...

exodus a viper coils before him, his knuckles whiten as he grips arms of the throne, though he is too foolish to unfasten the ropes that tether an exodus of ...

As some of you may know, on the Unofficial Young Writers Society (uYWS) Discord, we hosted a Movie Night yesterday night and showed the movie Spirited Away! This doesn't mean ...

National Poetry Month Completion Thread 1.) Masquerade 2.) Coarse Sands 3.) wallflower 4.) Autumn 5.) Blackberry Winter 6.) Infinitesimal 7.) Mangrove Forest 8.) Icarus 9.) Usurpant 10.) Jaded 11.) As

First line prompted by @Lumi from The Anatomy of Being by Shinji Moon--a wonderful poetry book! bulletproof - Number Thirty-one we make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, to ...

Villanelle! Lazarus - Number Thirty A monument sits above your head, the only remnants besides the old photo albums that we laid on your bed. I stayed by your bedside ...

First two lines gifted to me by @Castor, more personal poem since it's about my old dog, from a jam that went on/that's going on hosted by myself. cheyenne - ...

Erie - Number Twenty-eight i rode in the back of your truck to Lake Erie, though you did not treat me as if i was luggage. the devil lived in ...

Woah, #6 is literally crushing, and I love #9 as well. I like it all, though those two especially stood out to me because dang are they short yet very ...

That third-to-last one that you just posted a bit ago is lovely.

porcelain - Number Twenty-seven on the balmy stove i put a porcelain teapot onto the only working burner. the others, they waned with time, and with vigorous use. i took ...

slumber - Number Twenty-six there, you stood alone, brooding in the praire. back to an old oak tree, hoary with age. inside, an owl slumbered, silent.

dog days - Number Twenty-five the sunshine quietly infiltrates my eyelids as it climbs the mountains to reach its place in the sky. i lay in a hammock tied to ...

Thanks so much!