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Hi. This is my poem for today. Love you all. Sky Cloudy. Only Aeroplane tracks to show evidence of life. And a telephone wire So I can call you on your landline To ask if you're okay. But I just called,  And you weren't in today.

Hello, Fangirls, Fanboys, and all you book nerds out there, my friends, and whoever happened to come across this blog. I bought an Ebook;  30 Days of Poetry from Creative Writing Now . You can buy it too here . The Ebook has an idea a day for 30 days, to inspire the poet within you. An example; Day 1 Write a poem about one or all of the four seasons. (Some ideas for brainstorming: What does the season look, feel, smell like? What memories do you associate with that season?). I haven't used the ideas yet so here's the plan. Starting today, 09/01/18, I will write a poem every day, and post it on my beautiful blog for all you book nerds to read.  Now I've explained, here's today's poem. I hope you like it. Comment what I should name it! Winter is hot chocolate and pattering rain, The hope of snow. It's Christmas again! Winter is me curled up in bed. Watching the movie for a book I read. Spring is dull walks and the first shreds of s...

Winter I have always associated Winter with Christmas, but that is just the beginning of this season. Winter is the best because you have the perfect excuse to stay inside and watch Netflix - "It's cold..." "It's raining..." "I've got the sniffles..." I like writing, as you may know, and so I have decided to share a few of my Winter poems with you. They aren't very good, but I hope you like them anyways; Snow Soft A long memory, Gone with the wind, Laughter, He still remembers As snow flies I laugh But don't treasure This moment as I should. Acrostic poems I n the dead of the night, so C old, hold me tight, beloved E nemy. W e are all just snowflakes, tossed by the wind. Never given a choice. Hearts harden to I cicles, swore our revenge as we settled, N early melting, but holding firm as they T hrow as around. We are so small and insignificant as E veryone ignores us but maybe this is for the best. We are all just ...