The agitated mind threw nouns and adjectives, Object was to vent and steam at boiling point, HATE AND REVENGE! The hammer and chisel were going to have their say, On the grounds, stood a lonely, abandoned massive piece of stone, This piece of nothingness was going to be rocked by the hands of fiery rage, It stood quietly, enduring the changing seasons, Being kissed and embraced by the strong winds, Naked and vulnerable, beauty was not one if its traits, Sparks firing off the wheel, the chisel was going to have a field day, The one that walked away, Without asking permission, not a glancing goodbye, "How dare she?" questioned the mind, She broke the binds, sweet as a bowl of cherries, her laughter bubbly like champagne, Over the threshold, carried, enjoyed and afforded every pleasure, 'DAMN THE CONIVING CHARALTAN' a blood curdling screech that arose from the graveyard, Tools sharpened to a fine point, could slice the corner of a nail, The hands were going to seek their vengeance on the innocent stone, Blueprint was already scanned, image in place, Repeated blows pounded, causing a disturbance that shattered the silence, Hammer and chisel, were not to be deterred from their mission, Injuries suffered as broken pieces lost their lives, Curses hurled, polluting the environment, Butchered and violated at every curve, Chisel enjoyed tearing off chunks, The stone was denied the privilege to bleed, Hammer and its employee were restless in spewing hate, During the nights when sleep called sweetly, they pursued their destination, Moon normally shimmered brightly, but even the Goddess witnessed tragedy, The tiny moons weeped incessantly, Until one day, a piece of natural beauty turned into a monstrosity. WRITTEN BY ASCENDING UNIVERSAL BUTTERFLY 🦋🦋🦋🦋

Good morning, poets! It's Tuesday, and Monkey has a challenge for you. Today we're keeping it simple: a haiku. A haiku is just three lines: 5 syllables 7 syllables 5 syllables Write about anything that caught your attention this morning—a sunrise, a cup of coffee, birds outside your window, your dog snoring at your feet, or a single thought you just can't shake. The beauty of a haiku isn't in using big words. It's in capturing one small moment that says something much bigger. Drop your haiku in the comments, read a few from your fellow poets, and leave some encouragement along the way. Let's fill Monkey's Corner with tiny poems that leave a lasting impression. 🐾 Ready... set... haiku!

What is being described in this riddle word?? Seen but not heard Secret language of feelings call Represents joy sometimes sadness too Silent magic makes the world beautiful and new (This word is spelt 2different ways for us and UK) So I'n UK we use 6 letters. The USA we use 5

Write a poem about a place in nature that still holds someone's memory.

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