Curled petals in sync
I gave you a piece of blue
It sprouts from your hands
How does it work?
More stories from K L and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mountains use mirrors They push back soil like hair strands Rocks are their sole comb
By K L3 years ago in Poets
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Happy Poetry Month, you fragile flowers and overflowing, oversharing, lovesick, rageful poets~ Your amazing 4WORDS team has (at the very last minute, shh) put together some bangin’ poetic prompts for you all. Que bueno. You’re all welcome.
By 4wordsabout 11 hours ago in Poets
Dear Professor Donkeldong, I would like to formally apologize. Last night I snuck into your office. I sat in your chair and poured myself three fingers of Scotch from the bottle you’ve got stashed in the top desk drawer. Then I helped myself to your private library.
By Leslie Writes5 days ago in Humor
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