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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 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...
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger.
The graves are gone, the ghosts are not.
I feel their presence every time I step outside the protection of the house.
I think I'm the only one who can feel them.
Sometimes they feel closer than others. Sometimes they whisper to me, coaxing me to join them in death.
Sometimes I want to listen.
They call to me, saying it's not that bad....
We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger
Guiding you
Some call them ghosts
But thats not what i think
They must be angels
Sent to guide us
I always believed my mother was there
Looking back
Smiling at me
As she walked down and around the world
And I followed right behind her...
this abouta be around 2000 words, so good luck readin😁
a year later/Memories Burn 3:
Lucas swerves between the people crowding the hallway and finally makes it to the bathroom. He stumbles in and gasps for breath. Three guys hear him and come out to see.
"Oh, it's our best buddy Lucas!" One laughs.
Lucas recognizes the voice and slowly looks up. Sure enough, there stands Pete, in all his 'tou...
We live in a land where the foot prints of ghosts linger. The Forelands is the result of the four most legendary leaders.
Fallon Corselia- General of The Forces
Darvin Frandson- Head of the peoples’ voice
Adya Lativsky- Director of agriculture and trade
Phillip Capozzi- Leader of religion
These four were the committee of Alturas. The stones they possessed were able to grant a second sight: visi...
"Would you look at that! It's Mr. Silence again!" The girl exclaimed, a little too loudly.
Lucas glanced sideways at his table partner and then back at the board again.
The girl frowned. "My names Emila. What's yours?"
"Leave. Me. Alone. Unless you want another handprint on your cheek." Lucas growled.
"Geez. Mr. Silence is fiesty." Emila looks toward the board.
The rest of the class passed by...
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