A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
![]() A log of our magnificent journey.
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| Our WDC family members devote their time to helping other writers learn and grow. We all join in the craft of making words paint sensory images with sound effects to capture the essence of life's wonders. Blood, sweat, and tears pour onto pages so readers can soak it all up. Notes on the Kwansaba form of poetry ▶︎ |
Poets think they're so smart. The horror of it all when words do not come so easy. Blank page. Notes on the Cinquain form of poetry ▶︎ |
| While we go walking on the sandy beach, we dance with waves from incoming tide and listen to a flock of seagulls screech. The monotonous grind made us decide to embark on this spiritual ride. The ocean breezes wash the stress away. I can't wait to come back another day. Notes on the Rhyme Royal form of poetry ▶︎ |
Harvest moon's luster illuminates pumpkin patch with scarecrow on guard, but goblins are not deterred from partying where they please. They occupy field, as horny owl adds his voice to the grisly scene. 8 lines |
| They raise and support a proud group of heroes, volunteering to thwart the evil in this world, until the terminal sacrifice is unfurled, stretching emotional impact to its limits. Gold star families: https://americasgoldstarfamilies.org/ |
| My stubborn heart refuses to give up. Once upon a time, wallowing through Hell-- no home, no love, no hope, sleeping in the bushes. It has been a long road back, but here I am, sleeping in a warm bed with healthy meals and loving family. |
| The Tin Can Navy roams the high seas in search of submarine enemies. Bouncing around on rolling waves, we tried to send our foes to ocean graves, while defending our liberties. We went without the luxuries, endured despite a few miseries, because of challenges the crew braves in the Tin Can Navy. Our many nautical odysseys to distant places provided the keys to great adventures a young man craves. These days, I ride nostalgic waves across a sea of memories from the Tin Can Navy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's notes: ▶︎ Let the creativity flow from your soul! Dave "The Poet's Place " |
| Everybody needs a hero. I struck it rich, was granted two. My mom and dad were there for me through good and bad, no matter what. They guided me along the path past obstacles to my future. Up and down steep hills we went. We did struggle, but here I am. |
beach sandy, crowded swimming, surfing, burning tides, dunes, streams, trails hiking, camping, puffing rocky, steep mountain Notes on the Diamante form of poetry ▶︎ |