Monday Poetry Potluck Week 33 Welcomes You! /Sunday Prompts

Life in prairie could be fun,

especially when you ride a horse and run;

Wind blows a lovely song,

Adventures keep you live and young.

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The journey ahead could be as rough as a tree,

Through the mist one is unable to see,

Doubts and hesitations may knock your brain,

Fears and failures may cause you pain.

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Yet, Life will make your learn,

Sometimes you lose and sometimes you win;

You are born to live,

As hope lingers and tickles your belief.

 goldenhairbear10, balletonly – May 3

C., The Darkest Divide – May 6

Michael Yost, boogulu – May 8
Luke Prater, Wordsalad – May 22
Wondrinsoul, A Life LMeiro, Meiro – May 29

ess Blog – May 26

My entry to the following meme, Happy Birthday Greetings to May Babies in our community! Thanks for the support, Happy May 1st!

One Single Impression

Sunday Scribbling

Monday’s Child

Poets United

Poetry Potluck

Magpie Tales

My Bed Is A Boat

Attached to strings,

Puppets perform on screens,

Stirring up emotions.

Pandas, black and white,

Ignoring the cameras,

With eyes closed tight.

Let your self-defense

Be the most present tense,

Will life make more sense?

My bed is a boat,

Ducks quack, not to be sold,

Let our thoughts freely float.

Poetry Potluck

Haiku Heights

Monday’s Child

Sum Up The Courage 2 share This Poem

Spring sun simmers the afternoon air,

Tickling breeze makes curious stir.

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Wild ducks fool around side by side,

Leaving overlapped water rings beside.

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Set a mellow yellow flower petal in to make a splash,

Pick some wild berries home, no need cash.

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Hear the train whistling by,

Take a photo shot and happily sigh.

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Walk along the half-remembered path by the canal home,

Sum up the courage to share this poem.

Monday’s Child

Three Word Wednesday

Cloaked Monk: (Courage )

It Is Unsafe When Kids Are Unattended (Sunday Prompts)

Between the dark and the daylight

When the night is beginning to lower

comes a pause in the day’s occupations

that is known as the Children’s Hour

Dad is out of town,

Mom is talking on the phone,

Anna and Amanda playing horse back ride in the living room

When they suddenly hear a “boom”.

There is a bark outside the door,

While Anna pick up her book from the floor,

“Who can that be?”

Anna and Amanda hold hands to flee.

The day is dark outside,

Shivers make the girls’ heart beat like a drum,

It is unsafe when kids are unattended,

Glad to see them going upstairs to be with their Mom.

image credit: Monday’s Child

 

Poets United

Sunday Scribbling (Safe)

Carry On Tuesday

Monday’s Child

Poetry Potluck

M Is 4 Monday’s Child In 55 Words

Image credit: Monday’s Child from soul Intention

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It’s winter in my city,
My cat gives birth to a kitty.
Mother cat loves her kitten
and enjoys milk in the kitchen.
Baby cat makes curious stare
whenever her mom goes out to breathe some fresh air.
They have fun cuddling on a rocking chair
and watching trees near the window,
lonely and bare.

Alphabe-Thursday

Friday Flash 55

Monday’s Child

Poets United

Writing Challenges In Magpie, Alphabe-Thursday, Monday’s Child, and Month of the Year…

From a mother to her child =>

It’s magical time of the year,

I love you, my dear,

Light up, smile, carry no fear!

From a child to one’s mother =>

Hold me tight,

Feed my soul with love and light,

Smiles, carry pride.

Magpie Tales

Alphabe-Thursday (L is 4 love and light)

Monday’s Child

Months of the year challenge – Dec