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O Captain! My Captain! BY WALT WHITMAN O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! […]
If you have spent any time on my Facebook, you know how much I love inspirational quotes. I thought today being P would be perfect for me to make some pinnable pictures using some of the quotes I have collected. I wanted to make this as inspirational as possible and encourage you to write more poetry
A quatrain poem consists of verses consisting of four lines or an entire poem consisting of four lines. It is not as simple as just any four lines. The lines must have a rhythm and rhyme to them. This rhyme and rhythm and different for different types of quatrains. The most common kinds of quatrain are: BalladStanza –
A shiver ran up my spine, Mama’s voice in my head, don’t count the crows, baby. You know why they’re called a murder. Don’t tempt fate. Let them tell it to the devil.
Photo Writing Prompt used for Today It was the first nice day of Easter break. We were playing kickball in the street when we noticed him. He was tall and lean with a rucksack slung across his back. He carried with him a bunch of keys on a loop that jingled as he walked
Today is April 1 which means its the first day of the A to Z Challenge. Last year I did poetry and poets, but this year I wanted to do something a little easier (less research) and also more creatively challenging. This year I am using random old photos that I found on Flickr Commons as
Mr. Anders had seen a family tossed out by hired men just hours after the father had been killed in a mine explosion. A woman heavy with child and four little children with nowhere to go tossed out like garbage. He could still hear her crying and screaming in Italian not understanding what was happening.
Could this child be a relative, maybe a distant cousin with those blonde eyelashes like mine and that nose that looks like my son’s? I don’t recollect any family in the Scott’s Run area but sometimes families traveled when a mine closed.
