Poetry Competition Ends 21st February 2025 1:55pm
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Flow Slow
Poetry Contest Description
Nature poems, 1O lines or less, one entry per, non erotic and no AI
Not for the competition
Cozy moon, too lazy, whispering sweet fondue
too lazy to touch the fragrance of the dew
with a gentle breeze, listening too sheaves
in silence of sleeves neath the taboo bamboo
too lazy to touch the dew, "Sacré Bleu"
Cozy moon, too lazy, whispering sweet fondue
too lazy to touch the fragrance of the dew
with a gentle breeze, listening too sheaves
in silence of sleeves neath the taboo bamboo
too lazy to touch the dew, "Sacré Bleu"
we make new names for old Gods
The evening sky blushes through my window
between twilight and darkness we lie, looking out
waiting for the stars through the
leafy silhouettes of palm tress
I try to teach you all the names
of the creeping constellations
but you make up your own
giggling into the deepening sky
We are so small under the burning tendrils of light
and so blessed to see them, and name them at all
between twilight and darkness we lie, looking out
waiting for the stars through the
leafy silhouettes of palm tress
I try to teach you all the names
of the creeping constellations
but you make up your own
giggling into the deepening sky
We are so small under the burning tendrils of light
and so blessed to see them, and name them at all
Written by Indie
(Miss Indie)
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