Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point!
Start your poem/vss with the opening line :
He couldn't be found
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no matter what she tried the
mold always shattered
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no matter what she tried the
mold always shattered
#FromOneLine 404 #prompt #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #writingcommunity #haiku
“He couldn’t be found, Hargreaves.”
“I didn’t say he was lost. I was just asking if you’ve seen him.”
“How dare you insinuate that I’ve done something abhorrent to him… again, Hargreaves. If I had feelings, I’d cry.”
#FromOneLine
“He couldn’t be found, Hargreaves.”
“I didn’t say he was lost. I was just asking if you’ve seen him.”
“How dare you insinuate that I’ve done something abhorrent to him… again, Hargreaves. If I had feelings, I’d cry.”
#FromOneLine
multi colored construction paper.
You flapped your arms,
pretending to fly.
In retrospect I admire your creativity
and indulgence of a younger cousin.
You made a magical place
in a sad childhood.
The Banks had Mary Poppins
and I had Dawn.
2/2
multi colored construction paper.
You flapped your arms,
pretending to fly.
In retrospect I admire your creativity
and indulgence of a younger cousin.
You made a magical place
in a sad childhood.
The Banks had Mary Poppins
and I had Dawn.
2/2
When there were clouds
and we were young
You invented the Bird family
whose home was a castle
in the sky obscured by clouds.
Part of me knew it was
only a story and I loved you
all the more for its creation.
Paulie Bird gave me a ring
and you made feathered wings…
1/2
When there were clouds
and we were young
You invented the Bird family
whose home was a castle
in the sky obscured by clouds.
Part of me knew it was
only a story and I loved you
all the more for its creation.
Paulie Bird gave me a ring
and you made feathered wings…
1/2
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He couldn't be found. The traitorous puppeteer had vanished, leaving behind a cavernous space of seeing shadows. The undercurrent emerged like an avalanche. Then, a squirrelly thought turned the scene...
1/4
Who carried a dark secret?
Had he been killed?
Had he been kidnapped to be
raised by another family?
They never found out.
A cold case.
He had no grave.
A life uncelebrated but
not forgotten.
2/2
Who carried a dark secret?
Had he been killed?
Had he been kidnapped to be
raised by another family?
They never found out.
A cold case.
He had no grave.
A life uncelebrated but
not forgotten.
2/2
He couldn’t be found.
His family fell apart.
His parents divorced.
His father hung himself.
His mother raised his siblings,
though she distanced herself.
He was the ghost child in their family,
though it was his sisters and brother
who were ghosted.
One disappearance…
1/2
He couldn’t be found.
His family fell apart.
His parents divorced.
His father hung himself.
His mother raised his siblings,
though she distanced herself.
He was the ghost child in their family,
though it was his sisters and brother
who were ghosted.
One disappearance…
1/2
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#fromoneline 404
when there was a knock at the door
a masked individual
with an unruly posse
no warrant in hand
no law of the land
just uneducated
rhetoric parroted from
a leader in the oval office
#fromoneline 402
when there was a knock at the door
a masked individual
with an unruly posse
no warrant in hand
no law of the land
just uneducated
rhetoric parroted from
a leader in the oval office
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and an innocent lay dead
on the threshold of his home
smoking gun in the hand
of another masked man.
#fromoneline 402
and an innocent lay dead
on the threshold of his home
smoking gun in the hand
of another masked man.
#fromoneline 402
many winters ago
behind the wreckage
of a gypsy caravan
broken rear axle
free spinning wheel
moonlight kaleidoscope
flickered o'er scene
as kicking and screaming
i would be first seen
#fromoneline 403
many winters ago
behind the wreckage
of a gypsy caravan
broken rear axle
free spinning wheel
moonlight kaleidoscope
flickered o'er scene
as kicking and screaming
i would be first seen
#fromoneline 403
Though I searched and searched
Maybe he didn't want to be
Woe is me
Unsteady heartbeat
Wondering why
Tears dried up
Forgotten to cry
Story of my life
Still I go on
Only thing I know
Life's a big con
#FromOneLine
Though I searched and searched
Maybe he didn't want to be
Woe is me
Unsteady heartbeat
Wondering why
Tears dried up
Forgotten to cry
Story of my life
Still I go on
Only thing I know
Life's a big con
#FromOneLine
an #odd #revelation
he sees in the #mirror
a once #regaled sensation
Father Time's #corrupt he gives a peek
then grabs it back a cruel streak
#protect ur #soul
or #perish it will
I check in on mine still
#FromOneLine
#inkmine
#2wordprompt
#emoetry
#vssdaily
#vss365
#WIPSnips
an #odd #revelation
he sees in the #mirror
a once #regaled sensation
Father Time's #corrupt he gives a peek
then grabs it back a cruel streak
#protect ur #soul
or #perish it will
I check in on mine still
#FromOneLine
#inkmine
#2wordprompt
#emoetry
#vssdaily
#vss365
#WIPSnips
massive ink blots loom.
Where people once stood,
there is the chill of empty space.
Where words once clustered,
there is only sparseness.
Where rain once fell,
arid lands spread,
clasping like hands.
#fromoneline
#wheretherewereclouds
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massive ink blots loom.
Where people once stood,
there is the chill of empty space.
Where words once clustered,
there is only sparseness.
Where rain once fell,
arid lands spread,
clasping like hands.
#fromoneline
#wheretherewereclouds
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the search went on.
Into the mist,
drawn ever deeper,
down paths and crevices,
ancient and new.
They listened for signs,
followed fading trails,
until darkness descended;
hope thinned and paled,
the last ember burned out
in silence.
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#fromoneline
the search went on.
Into the mist,
drawn ever deeper,
down paths and crevices,
ancient and new.
They listened for signs,
followed fading trails,
until darkness descended;
hope thinned and paled,
the last ember burned out
in silence.
@fromoneline.bsky.social
#fromoneline
in the usual places
where lost #souls repose
So his spiritual reclamation
would have to be
one of remote salvation
in a holy absentee
sense of redemption
Fortunately
the tech savvy pilgrim
can link with the Lord
and be saved
for a price
#fromoneline #vss365 #poetry #poem
in the usual places
where lost #souls repose
So his spiritual reclamation
would have to be
one of remote salvation
in a holy absentee
sense of redemption
Fortunately
the tech savvy pilgrim
can link with the Lord
and be saved
for a price
#fromoneline #vss365 #poetry #poem
#fromoneline 404
#fromoneline 404
There, then gone without a sound,
Taken by the wind.
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@fromoneline.bsky.social
@megwaf.bsky.social
There, then gone without a sound,
Taken by the wind.
#FromOneLine #Prompt404 #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
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@megwaf.bsky.social
in the depths of my dream,
though I searched
and searched for him
yet I knew he
was hidden somewhere,
just past the place
where my hands
could touch
then I awoke
and he wasn't
there either
he was nowhere—
nowhere at all
that I
could reach him.
#FromOneLine 404
in the depths of my dream,
though I searched
and searched for him
yet I knew he
was hidden somewhere,
just past the place
where my hands
could touch
then I awoke
and he wasn't
there either
he was nowhere—
nowhere at all
that I
could reach him.
#FromOneLine 404
He couldn’t be found,
We looked high and low,
In the square,
In the round,
Where on earth,
Did he go?
Where’s his body?
We need his soul.
Go ask everybody,
We need it,
Broken,
Or whole.
—GoRhyme
He couldn’t be found,
We looked high and low,
In the square,
In the round,
Where on earth,
Did he go?
Where’s his body?
We need his soul.
Go ask everybody,
We need it,
Broken,
Or whole.
—GoRhyme
Please keep your writings/artwork private and unpublished until after the anthology is officially published. Full guidelines, T&Cs can be found here : www.kobayaashi.co.uk/submissions
#FromOneLine #cats
Please keep your writings/artwork private and unpublished until after the anthology is officially published. Full guidelines, T&Cs can be found here : www.kobayaashi.co.uk/submissions
#FromOneLine #cats