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truth
twig
grace
trickle
invisible
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Use these random words in a poem.
truth
twig
grace
trickle
invisible
Post your poem in the comments.
a bowl of random words 
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fragile bud graces
twig . . . melting snow in trickles
truth invisible
almost invisible
first trickle of spring rain
awaken sleeping twigs
truth brings grace
enfolded in warmth
Poetry is wonderful. Some similar words, common theme, two different poems. 😀
Ah, grace. Invisible?
Truth trickles slowly
Bending the twig of deceit
The invisible truth of us
pulls on my heart
like a trick question.
I don’t want to prune
the twig that grows from my soul.
I bear it with grace.
–Sandy Ackers
Strangling My Muse: Struggling to Live a Creative Life in a Stressful World
And What Is Truth, Sugar-Chile?
your truth might trickle to the ground
gather in a pool
disappear
you dance for the gods
but there are no gods
your grace is lost
in the swirl of events
a handful of gold
cast to the winds
what makes you
truly you
is invisible to most
only I can see
I , your mere humble servant,
I don’t exist
I’m nothing
but a whisper
a moment
a shrug
picking your way
you step on a twig
snap!
and you look up
with great big eyes
in fear of
something springing out
and bearing
down upon you
here in the woods
with no one
around…..
(Greg Cameron, Poem, November, 2010, Surrey, B.C., Canada – composed on the spot at a library terminal – sorry for any infelicities….)
I love it! You’ve expanded my horizons. 🙂
a trickle of icy water drips from a bare twig –
a blue tit performs acrobatics with grace
and an invisible animal rustles in the bushes –
these are my truth.
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Glide o lonely demoiselle,
as the twig snaps,
Yes, the truth is but a trickle
of tears upon your cheek.
And as that constant grace
fell – from your lovely face.
These invisible ties I made to last forever.
Gray skies hold strong against the grace of the sun
Nowhere shall it open up to shine
Rain begins to trickle down and everything seems lost
The invisible truth of the sun is lost and never found
We will look and we will not find
For it may not be ours to know
Reality is a twig about to be broken
We will may never find that sun
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What if the truth was spun into the water
And it weaved it’s way into the morning dew
And as you lay there in your now damp jeans
You could feel it
What if when it rained, the truth would trickle
Down the sides of your house and sink into the grass
In your backyard and you would watch from your window
For fear of getting drenched
What if we sat together on your porch steps, damp from the truth
Snapping twigs for no reason other than mindless destruction
Our laughter would dance on the wind with grace
This is why you love autumn
What if you told me to stop dreaming about tiny miracles
Because the truth isn’t in the dew or the rain or your porch
The truth is invisible and dreaming otherwise doesn’t change it
But thats what makes it even more amazing, I’d say
And the truth would tug your lips, wet from your water bottle, into a smile
A twig snaps under your weight as you run, you press into this place, hoping for truth, yearning for grace, your invisible tears trickle down your face, you are hopelessly lost, you awaken.