Writing Prompt

The 8th wonder of the world is not known for its size or beauty, although it is quite a beautiful site to see.

Bondi beach in Sydney is a very famous beach, mainly for its tv show following the lifeguards who inhabit it. However, although the site of the cream coloured sand contrasted to the blue crashing waves of the ocean. The wonder of Bondi Beach is all the different people on it every day.

The beach is a place that people go to for different reasons. To relax on a family holiday, to connect with the barebones of nature. To enter the underworld that exists below the surface of the water where many animals call home. Some people go to the beach to exercise, whether that is running, surfing or swimming. Bondi beach sees thousands of people on a warm summers day, people are drawn to the disconnect from the modern grey tones of the city and reconnect with the soft warm sand in their toes, the cool breeze in their hair and the salt water in their lungs.

Every single person who steps onto bondi beach for a different reason, at a different point in ones life. But there is a consistency that people flock to where the city meets the sand

Towers piercing the blue breast of heaven The Colosseum, the Great Wall, the outstretched arms of the Great Redeemer Seven wonders in glossy coffee table books Magnificent architectural feats all Places worthy of the History Channel but If I were to quest To trek with a wide brimmed hat and a hand drawn scroll I wouldn’t seek the vivid turquoise tiles of the Taj Mahal ‘Stead I would whack through the jungle And cling by my fingernails on forbidden cliffs Whip on my hip just To curl like a cat in the sun In a space all my own

Eight wonder world wonder of the world should be the international space station it’s a Marvel of ingenuity it will never last forever. It’s all mankind live in space for the first time with international corporation. It’s putting the pettiness of human beings behind for scientific research and development at a cost of billions and billions of dollars and it has lasted the 30 to 40 years it was supposed to.

The eighth wonder of the world is ourselves. Think about it: We are all unique and wonderful in our own ways. Some of us even make other people happy or laugh. We do amazing things and can do even more amazing things in the future. And we all are important to someone or something in our lives. Maybe you are important to your family, your friends, your teachers, or lover. And let’s not forget our adorable pets that important to us. So, I believe that eighth wonder is us, because we can do amazing things. Even if right now that seems stupid, with how things have been for some of us.

What sort of man would I be,

if,

in proposing an eighth wonder

of this wonderless world,

I did not first wonder

on the wonder

of your love,

my dear?

What manner of man

would I then be

if I would ne’er ponder thee,

but dwell my mind

upon another,

then wonder that thine hearts

asunder?

You. My love who isn’t mine My sun who always shines

If I could I’d marvel at your beauty all day

You must know everyone else does too. You fill my life with wonder Wonder why I’d think I’d ever deserve you

Your hair and it’s waves of gold Your eyes and their sapphire gleam And your voice.

Oh my god, your voice. Your deep laugh. The way you sound perfect in choir The smile that lights up my day

Just imagine that Feeling when

Your classmates always ‘ship’ you two And you have to pretend to hate it

But, You really did like them

Just imagine.

Oh my love that isn’t mine Oh my dear, I cannot lie You fill my life with wonder.

🩵 This has just been sitting in my drafts so I decided to post two today!! Sorry I have been sooo busy I haven’t been able to write as much 😭

There are 7 wonders of the world I won’t get into them right now but in this very moment If i had to pick and 8th wonder I would pick your eyes I swimming ocean of green Mixed with blue and grey streams of life The way they light up when you smile How shiny they are when you cry How beautiful they look at all times the luscious lashes that frame them dark circles from your wonderful eyes trying to please everyone so in this moment if I had to pick the worlds 8th wonder it would be your eyes

There are seven wonders of the world, but, if I may, I would like to introduce an eighth. You.

As wonderful as the previous seven wonders are, they're all tangible. Nothing is left to the imagination, but you? You're special. Both physical and spiritual. A soul held together by flesh and bones. The blood running in your body is still fresh and warm. Cheeks can flush with color. Hair can grow and fall. Cuts can appear and heal.

It is a never ending cycle of renewal.

And then it stops. Your body becomes cold and decayed. Blood dries up. Your face is no longer lit up with color. Hair just falls and stays down. Nothing heals like it used to.

And that I introduce as the eighth wonder of the world. A sight to behold just like the others, and yet nothing comes close. The ending cycle of life and the infinity of death.

We've always been taught about all the wonders of the world, their beginning and their end. I've always been fascinated by them, imagining myself travelling around the world to see them, photograph them to never forget them when the illness takes over. I saw all of them, except one, because she was destroyed a longtime before our era : the Lighthouse of Alexandria. I've always wondered about all the secrets that were destroyed, the lives it saw and what we will never know about it. I've always loved secrets, I was the best at keeping them. But my favourite one is the one with the stars I've watched for years in my teenage years. The one that were in his eyes. Dark blue eyes with white dots all over them. It looked, well I assume it still looks like that, like the sky on a summer night far from the city lights. His eyes saw me how I've never seen myself. All the secrets I told him, his eyes always remembered. I can remember the sadness that darkened his blue and made his eyes black and white like the galaxy. Oh! All the pictures I have of those eyes. I loved those eyes, still do, but haven't seen them for decades looking at me. When people ask me whose eyes are those, I often don't remember, but in those rare lucid moments I always answer : "Those eyes were my favourites things in the world, they should have been in museums, should have been seen by every persoon on this planet. They are my favourite wonder of the world."

Wonder Bread Soft and sweet Another thread Would be a better treat