a short poem on how the most painful memories linger, literally wrote this within two minutes :P
There in the hearth lies cruel warmth... another piece of makes no sense.
I think I accidentally let the house burn down.
Jill lives in Paris. She is a housewife.
by: (me) wafflecatz Kind of bad but for the daily prompt, here it is, since I had no intention of making a poem about a stove lol.
Follow the footprints of a man stranded in the vast Canadian wilderness.
Don't play with fire, kids.
(I took this prompt to an interesting dimension, but I promise it ties to "stove." At least, to me it does.)
A free verse poem I just randomly wrote. Well it’s the truth about my stove and oven, but this isn’t about my life. I AM FINE!
I just joined the site so I’m still trying to figure everything out!Please let me know your honest opinions 🖤
daily prompt day 11! thought maybe this was fitting based on this past week's events
a little poem I wrote, for the daily prompt
This is a true story about my stove. I think it should be funny.
After a long day at high school. I would go see my grandma cause the lady is a jewel.