Words With Poets: Found Word Poetry With Friends



He stands, hand on knob

Treading on the brink of bye

At the nexus of douce and cob

His heart held safe inside it’s tye.

She sleeps, quahog-like in quilts

Curled tightly into her fetal shell

Nightmares of woe, reps of guilt,

And pangs of sorrow chime like a bell.

His eyes dart back, for parting gift,

Her areole clad in light moire silk,

Confirmed ED, source of their rift.

Joe found her dishy, no shrewish ilk.

But  they could not relate, living or dead,

So despite their love, he had steps to tread.

Please check out the contribution of victor in our WWF game.  Found word poetry can be a real challenge! 

Her site is: http://nananoyz5forme.wordpress.com

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8 thoughts on “Words With Poets: Found Word Poetry With Friends

    • Thanks! If was fun and amazingly difficult to put together something coherent! Please check out my victorious cohort’s poem. I added her WordPress link to the end of the poem. I can’t believe I forgot it before. Chalk it up to vacation!

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