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  • jede
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    Since after birth
    My whole life feels casted by the devil spell
    Ever since I started walking on this earth.
    I walk on sidewalks to hell.

    My life has only been jagged
    Living on a broken street
    Where my soul looks so ragged
    Until I couldn't stand anymore on my feet

    Telling my mom: Can we all leave, please?
    So we can find some peace to feel at ease.
    Leaving to start over with broken bits and pieces
    Where life would take a welcoming turn
    Until we reach the point of no return

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  • jede
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    I'm loving this. Is it too late to write something?

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  • farhanmalik
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    your blog is amazing! I love how many different types of poems can be made with all the prompts you post

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  • Rhymeboy
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    I was finally able to use the editor to highlight the words! Lol! I had problems before! The system flagged the previous entry as spam and saved it for review by moderator but would not allow it to be posted. So I re-posted it The previous entries of this poem here should be deleted!

    THE JAGGED EDGE

    I was walking down ---- the street one day
    It was a neighborhood ----- I knew well
    I found a neaby ------ bus stop bench
    and I thought I would ------ rest a spell

    This neighborhood was ----- my childhood home
    and I never thought----- I would return
    This is where Life ------ had taught me Death
    and other lessons ------ I would learn

    I thought about ----- my wretched life
    and the circumstances -------- of my birth
    and I wondered about -------- the reasons why
    I was placed here ------- on this Earth

    Then growing up through the sidewalk
    was a dandelion weed
    Its flower ----- was a puff of gray
    for it had already----- gone to seed

    I plucked the stem ----- and made a wish
    I thought of Prosperity, Health ----- and Peace
    I wished Happiness would spread ------ around the world
    and that all ------- these wars would cease

    And just to make ------ my wish come true
    Or, just to put ------- my mind at ease
    I looked up to the sky ------ and said
    a very humble ------- "Please"

    I started walking toward ------ the local bar
    It was called ----- the Jagged Edge
    It was where I changed ------ my life one day
    and I made ----- a solemn pledge

    Back then ------ my life was miserable
    and I was ------- a nervous wreck
    And I felt ------ as if the world was just
    a noose around my neck

    But then one night
    at the Jagged Edge
    I met a young man
    who taught me this pledge:

    I pledge to be Honest
    I pledge to be Kind
    I pledge not to be Angry
    and try to find
    a higher purpose
    to use my mind

    I pledge to be Happy
    And try not to be Sad
    I pledge to do Good
    and try not to be Bad

    I pledge to bring Light
    to the darkest of places
    And I pledge to make room
    in the tightest of spaces

    I pledge to do
    the very best that I can
    And I promise to be
    a much better man

    Yes ---- I try to live my life
    by this solemn pledge
    A pledge I made ----- one night down at
    a bar ----- the Jagged Edge

    Well ----- I arrived at the bar
    which wasn't that far
    And when I looked at the sky
    I saw a bright star

    Then ---- I was suddenly greeted
    by a rather large ---- alley cat
    and "Welcome" ----- was clearly printed
    upon ----- the front doormat

    Well ----- I cautiously opened the door
    I saw mugs ------ full of beer and foam!
    And all of my friends ------ were shouting at me
    "Hey, Buddy! ------- Welcome Home!"
    Last edited by Rhymeboy; 01-01-2018, 05:19 PM.

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  • Raku
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    This is a jagged spell
    That I know so painfully well
    The sidewalk left to simmer
    While the street cause bare feet to blister

    Sweat continuously runs down the neck
    Scorching weather makes going outside a treck
    Steam will soon give birth to clouds
    A welcome change for our weary crowds

    So please bear with the ghastly weather
    Keep the peace though your emotions may stir
    Soon the rain will return
    And wash away our concern

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  • N. Y. Sonnet
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    Sorry that I'm almost a year late... Again, great prompts that really served to spark my creativity!

    She clasps her silver locket ‘round her neck
    And pulls a hood over her silky hair
    Then slips through deadened hall, down crumbled stair
    Until her face is greeted by night air

    A tear grows in her heart to see her land
    So torn by bloodshed, under Ares’ spell
    With ev’ry loyal sidewalk trembling
    Beneath each marching footstep, angered, fell

    Is this the glorious country of her birth?
    Now all is fallen to decay and ruin
    Tall figures clad in black patrol each street
    Unmindful of the stiffened forms there strewn

    ‘Any sight but this would welcome be!’
    She sighs and shivers, not from wind or cold
    Please give me back the city that I loved
    Return to us our freedom as of old.’

    And as she stands there, silent and alone
    She takes her locket off, the ancient charm
    For legend said it granted any wish
    To those who wished for good and not for harm

    With jagged breath, for fear the tales lied,
    She lifts the locket’s lid; all noises cease
    And in the hush, as light bursts from its depths,
    She whispers to the night, ‘I wish for peace…’

    THE END?

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  • GrimReefer
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    My neck has a spell, i fall to the sidewalk.
    My birth was on a street.
    God said "welcome and please, wait for my return.
    I am jagged and in peace."

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  • PoetryBree
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    I like it...I am trying to learn how to write better from it...usually when I write I am struck with inspiration so it's a bit different.

  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    How do you like the prompt format PoetryBree? Good job on this one!

  • PoetryBree
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    I sit alone on the sidewalk

    I rub my finger on the jagged edge of a rock

    I throw the rock back onto the
    street

    I let it return back in peace

    I ponder my life, it's jagged edges

    I think of all the different pledges

    I wish the daughter I did Birth to return back home

    I say please come back to where the horses roam

    I will
    welcome You without regret

    I will not try to strangle your
    neck

    do I need spell it out

    ​​​​​​​Or will you leave me to pout

    ​​

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  • MHenry
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    Thank you, RLW, the prompts do serve a purpose.

  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    The Kindness of Strangers

    Hello
    welcome to my haven
    Please
    sit a spell

    You look tense,
    as if your day was filled
    with barbed, jagged challenges

    Let me rub your neck,
    perhaps your feet as well

    The street is no place
    to find peace;

    Return to busted, broken sidewalk
    may yet prove to obscure evidence
    of your birth

    Wouldn't you rather be known
    even casually

    If only for a spell?


    (c) RhymeLovingWriter 2016

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  • RhymeLovingWriter
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    This is actually a pretty cool poem MHenry.

  • Sumyanna
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    What a sorrowful, heartfelt write. Yes - peace should. Truly a beautiful poem Muttado1sb

  • Sumyanna
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    No worries, it seems life has happened to me as well. Am going to post the next prompt (a bit late) been on vacation. Thanks!
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