[contentblock id=1 img=gcb.png] Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell was the first book ever printed of the Bronte sisters. Due to the prejudice to female writers at the time, they adopted male pen names. The names corresponded to the first letters of their names: Charlotte was Currer Bell, Anne Acton Bell, and Emily Ellis […]
The mist rises up from the river Clinging to the mountains like a quilt Velvety greens and blacks held together by threads of white The valley is waking Soon the day will begin The mist will evaporate into the rays of the sun The streets will fill with cars and commotion But for
I just had to share this poem today. I couldn’t resist. Evelyn By Angela Wybrow Her beautiful eyes Are like opaque blue pearls. Her fair hair hangs loose, In light, delicate curls. She is tall and slender, And moves with elegance and grace. There are lines of wisdom, Blessing her once youthful face.
Floetry was the marriage of poetry and music. Floetry united the lyricism of song with the lyricism of spoken word to create something amazing and inspirational. Floetry introduced spoken word poetry to a wider audience. Natalie Stewart, a slam champion and a founding member of the performance poetry group 3 Plus 1 which was rising
Go Try Anyway you write it Brief or to the point Children will recite it Down to a certain point Everyone can do it From here to Friar’s Point Grab a pen, go try it. Have you got a point? An ABC poem is a poem that uses a letter of the alphabet as
Today in the A to Z Challenge is I. Guess you are wondering what Nikki Giovanni has to do with the letter I. She is a poet so she fits into my overall theme but that still doesn’t explain why she is the poet I choose to represent the letter I. Nikki Giovanni is one
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
I place the skull upon the pillow Peering deep into the darkness Of the hollow eyes. A kindred spirit? No Just an empty shell. A vessel for ancestors Lives long gone. Looking for the story The story of a life locked within the hollow bones.
