Eight-Word Poems

Artistic ambiance
penetrates
the linear world.
Such miracles ...

for those who hate punctuation in poetry, ummmm, je regrete...?

And GREAT idea, Cdn! Hi to Barbara, long time no talk! :)

No light,
sleeping casually
without words
to know.

Pull back the cover,
Cold,
Come warm me.

cobwebbed heart
sucked dry
you spider
i fly

Prince,
that clever fellow,
and why
eight words?

Imprisoning by words only
The poem become soulless

By the road side;
an iron bar, bleeding.

Quote:

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Originally Posted by firefangled

Prince,
that clever fellow,
and why
eight words?

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Eight is such a
lovely round number,
no?

stranded above high tide
i perch, precarious,
motionless

This day
Beckoning blue
No clouds
Birds singing

Not being able to write
is certainly itchy.

Black clouds
lightning
in my head
then sunshine

Hi, Kiz! You're right, I've been very lazy of late. :)

stone skin
grey and
weathering
crumbling with
time

Tilt to the sun.
Accept
its joyful grace.

Second day, gray,
that's okay,
spring rain needed.