Yesterday's class of @d-pend's Steemitschool 100 Day Poetry Challenge has been the seventh "Critique Thursday" class. To follow is a recording of the class. It's only sound, but has been uploaded

Yesterday's class of @d-pend's Steemitschool 100 Day Poetry Challenge has been the fifth "Critique Thursday" class. To follow is a recording of the class. It's only sound, but has been uploaded

Yesterday's class of @d-pend's Steemitschool 100 Day Poetry Challenge has been the fifth "Critique Thursday" class. To follow is a recording of the class. It's only sound, but has been uploaded

For those who are unaware, I run a weekly poetry critique class on the Steemitschool Poetry Challenge. You can listen to recordings of the lessons here, if you are so inclined. Before going onward, I want

What tunes did our hearts play? When you sat by the river Plugging love from the moon Feeding me till am full What did the crickets sing? When you reached the moon Seduced it, brought it down Dissolving

Peeled and pulped Ruby red Reapplied in strips Papier-mâché Remodelled Vilified with scripts. Dried to rock Judgement call Adjudicated false Chipped away Segment fall Accusatory fault Raw again Sharp red

Image Source There was, is, will be a dispute once, soon, now; about the nature of your kind and its obvious faults. We are godlike yet, lacked, lack, will lack the solitary gift that made, makes, will

Saludos, Steemianos hispanohablantes. Estamos en el día 34 , en dirección a cien días de poesía. Agradezco a las personas que me apoyan y que han leído lo que estoy creando para el ciclo de 100 días de

source The dignity of labour Whatever your ambition, One thing is sure: Whether free born or slave, As an African child You are a father's child, Closely tied to the soil To till and eat to fill Why then

Under Gord's Moon when the rain comes down when with a little courage and determination maybe some grace, too you could swim in a parking lot           pothole oceans                       cracked pavement

Travelling Man Blues, poetry by @naquoya. Day 33 of 100 for @d-pend's Poetry Challenge Travelling Man Blues I Well he walked down the road for so long he could no longer tell. Could have been lifetimes,

Ancestral tree I feel dried leaves under my feet Of a large tree of an atavistic life Surrounded by the cries of the day Forged by parasites Termites proliferated in its trunk Satisfying your voracious

Yesterday's class of @d-pend's Steemitschool 100 Day Poetry Challenge has been the fourth "Critique Thursday" class. To follow is a recording of the class. It's only sound, but has been uploaded

Welcome... To a 100 day journey into the poetic minds of the @steemitschool writing community! Yes... it's not just me who's a part of this epic journey of daily inspiration and sharing... but over 100

Your Birth Total surrender, the need to give in, To trust in my body, to trust all within. This ancient knowledge that we all hold inside that allowed me to birth you, to bring you earthside. We danced

Unravel unriddle unlock, The skills of the fiddle Dance to the rhythm Dance in the evening Let the air smell sweet like seasoning. Image source The resonance of the evening Rhymes with the rhythm Oscillating

There are no atheists in foxholes, says the aphorist. And, Life, is a foxhole, retorts the mystic. Rubbing Shoulders My Life is thinking of me, again and wondering … whether I care for it what it means

Will you still love me? Will you still need me? I’m not in any position to die. There are some things I should get done. I cannot say that I know what my life is all about. But it's really the small things

Dear All, This poestry is my 31st submission. Thank you.     EXORCISE HER CALAMITY by Ikhwanul Halim     it was a strange day at the ancient city. all the doors are closed bloody redness dirt roads. there

It was an hour past midnight, as I sat there with you and the others, listening to that rattle. The room in silence, you were like a little girl with a baby voice. It was always the wee hours when I would