Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday | September 5, 2019

Come and join in this fun event at the Go Dog Go Cafe! Choose the Poet and poem/post you enjoyed most this week and give the author a shout-out at the Cafe’s event. Come check it out!! Be sure to reblog the event page to give your followers a chance to participate too!

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Promote a Poet.Writer Thursday

Welcome to Promote a Poet/Writer Thursday! This is the day of the week where all members of the Go Dog Go Café Community are invited to introduce a Poet or Writer they enjoy reading.

Participating is really fast and simple- in the comments below, post the link for the Home Page of the Poet/Writer you are introducing to us and tell us briefly why you think they are special.

We encourage all of you to visit these blogs (or social media pages) and get acquainted with some great new writers.  You never know who you might meet. . .

Happy reading!

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Best Place To Be

Druta Sage

The best place to be in a place where you want to be is a place where you never dreamed to be and be able to do the things you never thought you could.

By: DaZ

Copyright © 2019


Hope you loved the post and would love to follow“WordAllure” for sure..!! KEEP SUPPORTING….

Regards…“Daz Kobb”

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Learnt knowledge versus experienced knowledge

Didi's Art Design

How many things do we learn, copy
Without thinking, checking

We are loaded like a donkey
With knowledge that is not our knowledge

The more we follow this automatic process
The more we live a life that is not our life

Thousands of books cannot give us
What own experiences provide

In adopted outside knowledge there we meet death
While experienced knowledge fills us with life

However, sometimes we need to be “dead”
To strand at the shore of life…

DidiArtist, 04.12.2018

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Where I am Home

Sarah Doughty

“Maybe one day, I’ll find my way
back to life. Back to you.”

Sometimes it feels like we’re worlds apart. In many ways, that’s true. Your world is full of color. Full of life, laughter, and love. But mine is everything else. There’s no such thing as technicolored kaleidoscopes. There’s no blue skies or green grass. Only black, white, and gray. It’s a desolate place. A place full of desperation and longing. A place where I’m stuck on the sidelines, watching life pass me by. Sitting on that bench as everything spirals out of my control. I constantly question what’s real? What’s left? What would happen if I was gone? Would anyone even notice?

In this world — my world — I’m powerless. Silent. Broken. And that suits me. I was built for this kind of life. He made me this way. I’m separated by invisible walls, fortified by what-ifs…

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A Rhetorical Open Letter

Apple Rae

Dear Self,

Okay, let me go straight to the point here and start this as harsh as I could because you need to hear this right now.

Darling, why are you so hard on yourself? Why do you swim endlessly in your river of fears and doubts that’s taking you nowhere? You know you’ve done a lot of great and amazing stuff in the past, you know that right? So tell me, why are you being so ungrateful then?

Look around you, go ahead, look around you. Aren’t you more blessed than the rest who surrounds you? Fuck that excuse of being so pressured you don’t know what to do—yadah yadah yadah. Stop it. You know you’re a diamond, honey. And for you to shine brighter and have higher value, more pressure must be put unto you. Do i always need to remind you to not forget about this?


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