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    Innocence Unleashed | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: (Skyler’s Prompts) What’s an identity you’ve had since childhood? Innocence Unleashed. What was I like as a child – Some days docile, some days wild. Always screaming for what I felt was right, Tiny girl in pigtails, always shining bright. Could write through the noon, and read through the night, Some days she’d growl – but don’t worry, she didn’t bite. Would cry for tubs of ice cream, freezing and cold, Always lacked patience, couldn’t wait to grow old. A two-foot long kid, thinking she could scare, Everyone around her, with the fierceness of her stare. Dancing through the halls, she’d sing a little song, And push through academics, with…

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    Joyful Reflections | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: (Skyler’s Prompts) Write a poem about something you love. Joyful Reflections. A train of thought passes, the mind goes wild, Wondering about moments that ever made me smile, And what about the world are the things that we love – Driving through the mountains, watching the world from above, Sitting by the sea, engrossed into a read, Watching birdies fly, soaring high and free, Walking into a cafe, the smell of croissants and buns, Curled by the window, embracing all the sun, Writing into my planner and checking off my to-do, Flowers, coffee and music; the ultimate aesthetic view, The fragrance of new pages, in the books I recently bought,…

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    Neglected Moments: The Things We Ignore | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: (Skyler’s Prompts) Write a poem about the things we ignore. Neglected Moments: The Things We Ignore. Wildflowers floating.Softness of the waves crashing.The wind quietly stroking your skin.Sticky notes abandoned on the wall.The soothing imprint of pastel colors.Leaves sprouting in your baby plant.The echo of hunger rumbling in the belly.The fluidity of ink running through pearly pages.Voices in the vicinity that we’ve learnt to deafen out.A platonic friendship that has outstepped the turmoil of time.The struggles of a parent who loses track of their life, inch by inch. Read my previous NaPoWriMo Poems here: Until next time, Ri @ Readably Yours

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    Breaking The Chains of Sacrifice | Daily Poetry

    In the past, simply missing one day of a challenge would often demotivate me to the point of giving up. However, this year of 2024, I’ve chosen to embrace imperfection. Which means, I will constantly remind myself (through actions) that a single missed event won’t determine my overall success. So, I’m pushing forward in the NaPoWriMo challenge, knowing that I have the opportunity to make up for Day 6 at a later point in time. Just a tiny note to self 🙂 Prompt:  Write a poem about personal sacrifices and the complex emotions that come with making them. In this tiny world, where ideas constantly evolve and bloom, We puny little…

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    Yearning for Home | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: (Using Skyler’s National Poetry Month Prompts) – What did you do last night? Don’t tell us, show us. A gentle tap on the phone, the clock screams 7:02 pm on the screen. My supervisor talks incessantly, I’m ignorant but I nod and feign. Silently thinking of home, where I desperately wish to retreat, Where I’ll step into my pee-jays, comfort food I’ll eventually eat. The numbness in my leg grows, reminds me I’m still here, Why are people still talking to me, I can’t fathom and think any clear. Maybe it’s the nostalgia of April, the month of poetry and summer, The daily urge to return home sooner, is turning…

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    Embracing Courage | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: Write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World.  The Greatest Mistake I Ever Made… Was rushing through life, with happiness delayed. Presuming that no matter how hard I tried, My dreams and reality wouldn’t collide. The unsettling emotion of never being in control, Broken parts of humanness, but never feeling whole. I lived such, before I found the biggest secret to life, Simple mustering up of courage, jumping in to dive… Into a wider cosmos that values more than wealth, Consciously choosing soulful, deeper avenues for yourself. Desert the chains of restraint, the world can handle the burden, Of your…

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    Escaping The Digital World | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem. Aren’t you exhausted of the digital world, where we’re constantly digging into our tablets, always ending up furled? I once tried to escape this cycle of disgust, of my eyes cemented to a void, literally drying into dust. The couch pulled me deeper in, as I settled by the window – the sound of kids running, mumbling gibberish lingo. Looking out, I felt a strange comfort across my face with that fresh whiff of breeze, wandering at its subtle pace. Was I feeling okay, I couldn’t comprehend if I was new to this space. My lungs felt…

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    Separation and Solidarity | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: A platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing. My best friend once lived closer, now stays miles away from me From coffee dates to video calls, what have we come to be Where once we were inseparable, always giggling in glee Today, stuck in different…

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    A Thousand Splendid Suns: A Poetic Ode | Daily Poetry

    Prompt: A poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time. When I was younger, I came across a book, From start to end, it left me crying on the hook, Tears welled up within, as upwards I looked, A Thousand Splendid Suns, left me utterly shook. Tossing and turning, through the nights it kept me awake, Such raw emotions, your soul will start to quake, The lives of two women, the suffering and the ache, 400 pages; that’s how long it takes – To feel the story seeping, deep into…