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  Canva AI Image My Pulse Is A Rhyme   I am a poet. My heart beats in time. To its own rhythm. My pulse is a rhyme. I won’t match your energy. But I’ll match your words. My soul is a geek. Who loves other nerds. I spit out my verses, Like I breathe in air. Let’s meet in the middle. And I’ll see you there. We’ll go back and forth. Each taking a turn. Imagine the poem’s, We’ll creatively learn! Together in poetry. We’ll let our words flow. I promise you this. It’s more fun than you know! Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 5.20.2025

  Canva AI Image His One Saving Grace A long ago tale told by every town crier. About a love story that caught night on fire. Their flames could not possibly go any higher. A passionate pair. A burning desire. People would come and gather around. In every tavern. In every town. Drinking their ale. Their fists would pound. The Gods so angry, they shook the ground. Yes, the Gods were so jealous, of this lovely pair. For their love was profound, which was truly rare. Some people cried, filled with despair. For all of them wanted what these two seemed to share. Here is the thing, this tale is still told. Even though it is more than a millennium old. About a fair maiden and a Knight that was bold. To stay loyally by her, he braved arctic cold. He brought her trinkets. He wooed her with lace. At the very beginning, she made him give chase. For even just one chance to feel her embrace. And kiss her so softly, on her charming face. He knew she was someone he would never replace. An Epic lo...

  THE DAILY GRIND How do you unwind after a demanding day? (Poetry Prompt) WordPress How do I unwind after a demanding day? I like to write. There’s so much I want to say. With words I express exactly how I am feeling. They aid me to recover from all I am dealing. It helps me cut loose, relax and rejoice. It gives my thoughts their very own voice. So you ask what I do when I want to unwind? Writings my cure from my life’s daily grind! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.23.2025

  A Life Of Poetry The way you write. Makes me so hot. So hear me out. I’ll shoot my shot. Is there a chance? That you and me? Could live a life? Of poetry? With these vows. Our wings take flight. A love like ours. Could light the night. I’m asking you. To marry me. Together in. Perfect Harmony. Please say yes. And take my hand. And by your side. I’ll always stand. Give me a chance. I’ll make you see. The two of us. Will live happily! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.6.2025

  So Mote It Be Canva AI Image So Mote It Be A healer by day. A witch by night. Casting sweet spells. Powered by light. No incantations on love. Or charm for your destiny. But I’ll offer protection. While you sit restively. It’s all in your intentions. As you read the words out loud. Believe in yourself. And always stand proud. Quiet your mind. Speak from your heart. Repeat it three times. Or you’ll have to restart. Have confidence. Words full of truth. And shortly thereafter. You’ll have your proof. Take calming breaths. By the rule of three. Speak to the universe. And so mote it be. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.28.2025

* Poetry prompt: What do you hear when you see people look at you?* Canva AI Image I Hear It In Your Stare I HEAR IT IN YOUR STARE I’m able to hear them before I can see Your heads are not turned but your eyes are on me Wrapped up in whispers Like words you would speak Your eyes shooting daggers I’m the target you seek Voices get louder But no words have been said My shields are in place So now I’m protected They’re finally fading No longer affected But you’re a disease And I won’t be infected You tried and you failed You can’t plant your seed Guess I’m like a rare book One that you’ll never read Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.21.2025

  Canva AI Image The Witches Den Through a darkened forest Where no willows weep And no light breaks through Though shadows leap There lives a witch Whose feared by all They shield their ears From her cackled call On her cottage door There hangs a sign “Think long and hard Before you cross this line” The story warns Don’t meet her gaze Or you’ll disappear And be lost for days Rumors swirl That when you return You wear the mark Of the Witches burn What that means Is she owns your soul Your name now etched On her Witches Scroll There are those whose fear Caves to their desire So they willingly Brave the Witches Ire You must take the path quickly Follow all the way round Watch out for the vines That’ll pull you down in the ground If you actually make it To the Witches Den That’s the beginning Of your end Your life’s worth more Than a sketchy spell If you choose unwisely Your path leads to hell So heed the signs That warn you away And live to see Another day Original Poetry Written By ...

Canva AI Image A Tale Of Old We turn the pages Of our book A time long gone A bubbling brook A castle Hidden in the mist Where knights of lore Did exist A fairytale Starts to unfold There lived a people From aeon’s old That worked the land And loved to laugh Who never felt The Kingdoms wrath The Bard’s would come And spin their tales Every night Whilst they drank Ales Rumors spread About this town And strangers started Comin’ round They could not believe What they would hear About a people That felt no fear The Kingdom grew Far and wide The joy they felt No one denied Is this real Or just folklore The story’s over There is no more I’d like to think This tale is true That happiness Was all they knew I guess we’ll never Really know About this Kingdom From long ago The book now closed The story ends But it lives on When shared with friends Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.31.2025  

  Canva AI Image A Life In Review A Letter To Myself (Poetry Prompt - Write a letter to your 100 year old self. Wordpress) A letter to myself? Whatever would I write? Would I describe how very much I love the pale moonlight? Reminisce about memories From my childhood? Complain about how often I’m misunderstood? Talk about how I never Wanted to marry? Or how I love paranormal But nothing too scary? I know I’d fill up pages All about my son. He’s my moon and my stars He’s my number one. But wouldn’t I already Know all of this? Like when I was thirteen And I got my first kiss? Or when I was sixteen And I got my heart shattered? I think I’d remember all That truly mattered. How at 49, I finally Found my voice. Finally learned how To make the right choice. Would I mention that I had Started to heal? From my pain and trauma That for so long was too real? I think I’d skim over My traumatic past. Put more effort in writing About what was a blast. But everything would wrap back around To my...

  Canva AI Image A Show Of Strength Strength and Inner Beauty I’m not a project You can magically fix No tools created Or some box of tricks Could ever repair My type of damage I’m not property That needs to be managed I want off of your stage crowds won’t stand and applaud Because I am too broken I’m scarred and I’m flawed Get me off of this pedestal Or I’m gonna jump down I’ve always preferred To have my feet on the ground And nobody’s perfect Not even you And I’d never judge All the hell you’ve been through I won't change who I am When you can’t even see My trauma helped build My strength and inner beauty Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.21.2025

A Celestial Body Untethered *Find McKenzie at:* alcmacduffieart.com @yoursaturdayknight - Threads & Instagram                                                                                            One listens as the sea listens to the  moon, pulling at the tides of meaning, aching for a whisper yet to come. There is so much I wish to tell, so much caught in the net of ribs, fluttering like silver fish, too quick, too bright, too fleeting to hold in our hands. Instead, I pray like a tree prays to the wind, bending beneath the weight of longing, roots trembling in the hush of what cannot be said. I fall apart at the seams, a fabric too worn t...

Me and my younger self (Canva AI Image)   I BUMPED INTO MY YOUNGER SELF  THE OTHER DAY *Inspired Poetry By @ceispoetry *Trending Poetry I bumped into my younger self the other day.  Smiling and laughing. She saw me then turned away. But I had very important stuff that I needed to say. So I started walking towards her, undaunted in any way. I grabbed her in a hug and I said HELLO! She hugged me tightly back, her face aglow.  I asked WHY DID YOU COME? WHEN YOU DIDN’T WANT TO GO? YOU KNOW HE’S NOT FAITHFUL.  And she said I KNOW. Softly I said, as I gently touched her shoulder. YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU, WHEN YOU ARE OLDER. And suddenly her demeanor got just a little bolder. Oh how I remembered how our eyes could smolder! I say YOU SHOULD WALK AWAY NOW, BEFORE IT GETS TOO HARD. BECAUSE THAT BOY IS NO GOOD FOR YOU, AND HE WILL ONLY LEAVE YOU SCARRED. YOUR HEART WILL BE IN PIECES. THE EDGES A LITTLE CHARRED. AT THE VERY LEAST, DON’T LET DOWN YOUR MENTAL GU...