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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Mae Bailey
“We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.”
Use this line to start or end a poem. It can be any genre as long as you feel it fits the sentence well.
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We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Where in every word, stroke and note
A hidden message, from a long lost world, is present
And every time you stop, and take a listen
Their songs and their lives flow into your soul
And there is something satisfying,
Being a part of something more
Something new that can lead you to a new journey everyday
But there is always a second fear
As w...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger. Where the easiest thing to solve is a murder.
They abruptly end, they seem to never cease. Whenever you’re scared, they’re there at least.
What do you think happened at the tracks that end at the oak tree? Or to the young damsel who stops at the creek?
It’s a haunting thing to know, you can retrace the dead. But it’s even worse to neve...
We live in a world
Where the footprints
Of your ghosts linger
And I can’t stay alive
Everything can’t be different
Must be what “Delia did”
Or “how Fiona hugged me”
Never “I want Ivey to love me”
You moan their names
In the hallways
You’re keeping them alive
In the dead night
They’ve passed on
Into heaven
But can’t you appreciate
The hell you got
We live in a world
Where the footprints
Of ...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger. For some it is haunting,for her it brings solace.
The town mocks the girl that travels in circles. But she knew something they did not.
“You just have to follow the footprints!” Her eyes were wide and wild. “That's the key to finding a ghost!”
She ignored them when they said that ghosts weren't real. "We live in a land where the footprint...
We live in a land where footprints of ghosts linger
Dual realities perceptual dichotomies from a metaphysical 3D printer
Near death experiences the only alarm ringer
Otherwise we stay mindlessly exploiting the land
Manipulating machinery with our fingers
As hope glimmers stars shimmer truth seekers following the Big Dipper
Looking beyond the canopy with no pillars
Until the body decays and lea...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.
And sweet memories dance on the tips of our fingers.
Though you’re not here in the physical sense,
I know that your spirit is more than past tense.
You’re the cool Summer breeze when the sun shines bright,
The birds’ sweet Melody as they take flight.
You’re the snowflakes and raindrops I catch on my tongue,
The beat of my heart; the br...
No one is immune
now, even our rain has changed
the landscapes— pristine
while animals fall
dead in the fields and forrests
and at our gnarled feet
we eat the poisned meat / at all hours sunset especially / seems both a good time / to hunt and to be/
nostalgic for a
time when the sky still felt as
if it belonged to us
and things like government required / immunization could feel like somethin...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger,
Where memories are grenades at the tips of our fingers.
His hollow heart cries and hers has gone cold,
Their time is all up, their future was sold.
He dresses her down and she makes his hate up,
Their love was far off but their loathing close up.
Perhaps in a better world they could have gone on,
Were she not an ox and he not a moron.
...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Where stories do not fade
I think about this story
Three men nailed to crosses
And I wonder
Were they crying out in pain
I wonder
Were they sobbing
When He said “I forgive you”
He forgives me
And I cry
I wonder
If the blood that ran down their bodies was fresh and scarlet
Or old with time and drying
Maybe a mix
I wonder
If the peop...
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