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Wishing Well

Tales of the withered old wishing well

And the powers with which it came

Appear in tales told across the world

An enchanted well granting wishes so they claim

Travelers appeared from near and far

Some wishes small, while others grand

They’d toss a coin, their eyes screwed shut

And wish and wish, to the well they’d command

But unbeknownst to them

Those who closed their eyes to wish

Swimming within the wishing well

A kindred spirit with magic to give

For hundreds of years, she answered their calls

Helping who she could from down in the dark

Her magic brought miracles, gave life and joy

Her granted wishes gave the hopeless a hopeful spark

But as the years went by, her magic slowly dwindled

Disappeared with the wells stolen reserve

Human greed wasted her magic away

And the wishing well dried without a single concern

With her magic gone, wishes became lost with the wind

She could hear their prayers, hold their offerings still

But with no way to grant them, she simply sat by

And legends faded just as they always will

Visitors have since stopped coming

And her spirit grows ever lonely with the years

No magic to help, no offers come with calls

The well’s dried up so all she has are her ever growing tears

She cries for the girl who tosses away her only coin

Tears fall as she wishes a wish that can’t come true

She cries for the little boy who wishes do be strong

And wishes herself for their wishes to be too

After all, a wishing wells not a wishing well

If the wishes are never granted

But no matter the wishes thrown to the wishing well

To the wisher, may never be handed.

Challenge
Word, word?
Take a word and use it in multiple ways. Any length, any number of words and different definitions, any format. I'll post a sample. One rule: have fun :) Tag me in a comment if you want a reaction.
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alesean in Words

Negative

Full of hate. Full of history.

Full of different oppinions and lies.

No solutions.

Recycled traditions passed down.

Mixed emotions. Color of skin. All this hate again.

Younger generations fighting for a cause only to find twisted laws. "Is that's right."

Death of leaders, the past, the present, and future. A soldiers plight to get back home safe and sound. Music blasting, bombs bursting in air. It's time for a change for all to see. So that we can unite and be free. To love whomever we please. And live as one Nation, under God, with Liberty, and Justice for all. Leaving all of the Negativity behind.

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alesean

Adore

Oh, How I adore you.

Eyes sparkling like amber captured by your smile and pearly white teeth. I blush at the mere thought of you thinking of only me. Your essence surrounds me as if the sun was Jealous of your hair and nose; My Prince. Until the end of time I will be there for you. Only you own my heart and mind I truly love you. Cause beauty is all I see. No one can replace you but me. I am the killer Queen whose sure enough to blow your mind. Until the end of time you will be forever mine.

Challenge
It's been a long, cold winter. Please write a poem about the beauty of spring. Include the words: scent, pink, vibrant, sunlight, delicate. I will be choosing the winning entry, so keep in mind I'm looking for sensual writing that helps me feel spring!
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OpalDrop in Poetry & Free Verse

The Melody of Spring

Winter left behind

Cold mildens

Almost.. vanishes.

What was once barren,

now turns to sundry hues.

The soft winds whisper,

"Winter has melted away."

Blooming flowers

with vibrant shades of

pink,

blue,

violet,

orange,

red,

and even yellow.

Each pushing their way up from

the soil that has been warmed by

the newborn sunlight.

Each budding fast to share their

immense allure.

The perfumed scent of the

infant, delicate

blossoms

puts us all to sleep.

The rain that occurs

every now and then,

to rejuvenate the plants

that give us such pleasure.

Buds sprout,

animals come out.

The once-white hare,

and the foxy cat.

Eyes open everywhere,

new lives join our beautiful world.

The melody of spring is heard,

the song that will forever remain in our hearts.

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lastar28

The Veteran’s Wonderful Return

I don’t know

What to think

Not anymore

My heart

Pounding

In my chest

Has become

Dangerously numb

Where did emotion go?

Flames of passion

Sparking out

Dying

Before my eyes

But all my soul does

Is sit and watch

Taking in the torture

Holding my breath

Till the last light

Flickers

And disappears

And now

I realize

I have failed

The universe cries

My battle lost

Wounded and injured

I try returning home

Admitting defeat

But sadly

The path is unclear

Vision blurred

Steps faltering

I cannot tell

The sky from sea

Nor sand from feet

I am weak

Blood runs

Never seeming to end

Where has

My commander gone?

I am lost

Slouching on the sand

Heaving air

Though my heart

It seems to fail me

The roughness

Against my cheek

Red streams

Stain the earth

The troops

Continue

In the distance

There they go

Leaving me here

Alone

The tides rise

Reaching for me

Anticipating

The taste

Of my soul

If the water

Only knew

How bitter it is

Back and forth

It comes and goes

The fingertips reach

Then retreat

Am I

Really

That scary?

Will those

Sweet waters

Ever touch me?

And float me

Away to paradise?

My eyes closed

The sun

Shines

But my heart

It remains dark

Lost in sin

Surrendering...

Oh, mighty warrior!

Look how far

You have fallen!

Alas

Life is cruel

Strips your innocence

Your prized possessions

And now

Where do you lie?

On the dunes of time

A lost little gem

Amongst a cove

Of dazzling pebbles

Wait!

All the way deep

In the corners

Of your heart

To the bottom

Of the sea

Look farther

Past the reef

What is that

I see?

Are my eyes

Deceiving me?

That sparkle

Radiating

A blinding star

In the midnight sky

Why

Dear child

That is, you!

Lost amongst blankets

Of deep dark secrets

Your spirit

It was hidden

By doubt and fear

Those terrible foes!

Invading you land!

But please

Brave soldier

Can’t you trust me?

I think its time

To regain

Your strength

Which you lost

To the dark

Let us bring

Your beautiful

Living

Breathing soul

Back to life

What do you say?

Time to move

Get up

Off the sand

That eats you

From the inside out

Though your body

Heaves with strain

Coughing blood

Do not worry

You will be okay

Here

Take my hand

My companion

Oh beloved

Lean on me

I will carry you home

For I have

Truly missed you so

Thank you

For returning

My beautiful star

Veteran

You have won

This war

Now

Let us go celebrate

Your wonderful return

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Sight

Observant people scare me.

I myself am not an observant person,

and so often, I don’t realize that they can see through the walls I’ve put up.

It isn’t that I’m afraid to be judged, that’s not it.

I don’t care what they think of me.

That’s not why I hide.

The reason I built my walls and keep them up

is because my moments of weakness are just that:

a weakness.

I can’t let them catch me with tears on my face

or an ache in my chest.

The fact that they’d see is plenty reason for me to stay hidden.

When a person takes the time to pay attention,

they catch the moments of awfulness that I don’t broadcast.

Those fractured glimpses of vulnerability,

internal struggle obvious within me.

The reason a sharp-eyed person frightens me

is that every once in a while, I suffer damage to the walls I’ve so carefully constructed.

A difficult day or a frustrating subject, and suddenly,

there’s cracks in my shelter all around me.

And if they’re watching, they see them.

They see me, and there’s nothing more terrifying

than being known.

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