Colors + Symbols

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For my 17th Poem of #NaPoWriMo/ #NaPoGenMo 2026 Designed in #FlickGame , Colors & Symbols is a Game Poem that follows a haiku.

Game Link: https://illestpreacha.itch.io/colors-symbols

Made for the game poem jam with the theme "Mind" https://itch.io/jam/game-poems-play-praxis-lgf

#Poem

Symbols & Colors
What do you Desire, Now?
For that Shall Arrive

#programming #coding #programmer #animation #pixelated
#napowrimo2026 #napogenmo2026 #poetry #poetrycommunity #napowrimo17

Colors + Symbols by IllestPreacha

Game Poem

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Her iridescent wings unfold, and she glides toward me, eyeing me with her green eyes, then floats away, then back, never far away. I lean in and look her in the eye, and my world shrinks to the gre…

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The Angel Muse

A poetic ode to youthful beauty and complexity, exploring the transformative journey of a young girl through lyrical verses that capture innocence, wit, and emerging depth.

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Quiet

This night's soft stillness
envelops me with silence
that speaks more than verse.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

#haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity

Brand new words are like catnip to me;
I explore roots and meaning with glee.
Once enlightened, I swoon,
Though, alas, this great boon...
Shall soon from my memory flee.

#Vss365 #Word #Language #Limerick #Limericks #Rhyme #Humor #Humour #Poetry #MicroPoetry #LightVerse #Aging #Poems #PoetryCommunity

http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/2026/04/15/seduced-by-words-limerick/

Seduced By Words (Limerick) « MAD KANE'S HUMOR BLOG

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Remain for the #word
Worldly business goes plum wrong
Plenty of raisins

#dailyhaikuprompt Plum Plenty
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#poetrycommunity #smallpoems

The Lost

The mountains' cold earth, stony, hard, swept by harsh winds, holds silent secrets; the living find no welcome, the dead no comforting grave. © Simon J Ash...

The Lost

The mountain's cold earth,
stony, hard, swept by harsh winds,
holds silent secrets;
the living find no welcome,
the dead no comforting grave.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2026

#tanka #poem #poetry #PoetryCommunity

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