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For the New and Young people who have recently (6 months or less) joined-Prose. FYI: I check every single entry for length of time. I only allow Under 6 months as a member. One year if you are young and it is stated on your profile. Do not worry about 'likes' this challenge is monarchy. Thank you, Benz
It warms my heart when I see young people who have recently joined our amazing writing group- Prose. It restores my faith in poetry, knowing it will live on. Think of this as an english class and I am the teacher. Please share with me your 'own' poem, that has never before been in any challege or published here on the prose. It can be about anything. Poetry only (I prefer verse, with an awareness for simple grammar) although it is not mandatory. I will read each piece thoroughly. Please tag me after you have entered. Please be patient if I do not review the same day you enter. I want to give every write the attention it deserves. *Everyone will receive a review. I am not a writing expert, reviews are based on my own experience of reading and writing poetry for many decades and what I have learned from my editors. *These reviews are my opinion. Thank you and have fun! -Benz
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The Struggle In Us All
Chapter 210 of 500
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The Struggle In Us All
Chapter 210 of 500
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WhiteWolfe32

Footprints (young writer, not new)

Footprints are echoes in the ground.

They stretch themselves out and repeat

Incessantly, until they become annoying.

Echoes like the ones in caves.

I never thought an imprint could make a sound

But every sad boot trail I see screams defeat.

Forget the wails of the dead, quit trying

To remember those who wish to be in graves.

Creation is a miracle

One we cannot explain

But when we reach the pinnacle

All we will have left is pain.

Do not try to cull

The fruits of Imagination Plain

The boots of Uncle

Sam leave traces on my brain.

Poetry is not dead

Any more than I

As much as I wish I was

Poetry keeps me alive.

I don’t know what you’d call this form of verse

Stuff it in your literary purse.

I rhyme at times

But mostly not.