poetry

Featured image of urban poetry is moving

Annoucement: Urban Poetry is Moving

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 3 Comments

ANNOUNCEMENT: Urban Poetry Moving to WolffPoetry.com

image of urban poetry is moving

Hello, my beautiful followers and fans! First things first, thank you for your beautiful and supportive comments through this year. If wasn’t for all of you, Urban Poetry wouldn’t have grown as fast as it did.

But, Urban Poetry has grown and doesn’t conform to the structure of WordPress.com, we can only stay for a short time. The capacity of how fast this site is growing over capacitates the WordPress structure.

On October 5th, 2017 we purchased the domain name, Wolff Poetry.

I thought it only fitting to distinguish myself in this new domain name.

  1. Wolff, being my last name.
  2. Poetry is what I love to write.

Thus, is born the new me on the Internet “Wolff Poetry.” I bring a new thought to this new site. In many of the comments I have received, they are as follows.

These are the questions I am asked and in my new site, I will be inserting the answers through a blog post.

  1. How do you get so many page views a month in so short of time on the internet, since Urban Poetry only started January 3, 2017?

  2. How did you come to acquire so many followers in so little time?

  3. Can your offer resources of writing tools you use?

  4. Can your offer resources and help in how to get my poetry self-published?

Above and beyond, I want you to read for yourself “Who is Wolff Poetry?”

I am in hopes that you will follow me to my new site, cause my mission is to offer support to new writers, and tips and tools to grow your following and blog, and offer assistance in helping you bring your creative writing to publication in the success I did.

Thanks again,

Linda J. Wolff

Your dearest fan!

Advertisement

Free Verse: Tame the Fire

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 15 Comments

In this free verse poetry, “Tame the Fire.”

In this free verse poetry, I was a six-year-old girl. My family lived on a farm in the countryside of Hayden, Id. It was a perfect Saturday, the weather was cooler, we were heading into fall.

Image of Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire

It was perfect for burning trash in the old barrel on the side of the old shed. I was watching my brothers burning trash when something horrible happened. Life can change as quickly as a shift in the wind. I’ll describe through words in poetry.

Free Verse Poetry: Tame the Fire

At five and seven what did they
know of fire?
Nothing until that day.
Sticks and a barrel of flames.

Of fire that eats flesh, leaving you like
a sun-dried raisin.
Running, and laughing with fire,
it loves the wind and cloth.

It eats cloth.
It ate my brother’s leg.

He ran screaming, running from the
flesh-eating fire.
I ran too. I ran to get mother.

Mother was “the fire tamer.”

Mom threw him upon the
ground, like a rolling pin.
Rolling him back and forth,
like she was rolling out bread dough.

Bread she would make every Saturday.
Mother snuffed out the flesh-eating fire.

©2017 Linda J. Wolff
|Tame the Fire|

Urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

Tame the Fire, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, appreciation of life, children, playing with fire, fire

This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing life among stars.

Daily Prompt for You:
Tame

Micro-Poetry: Emotions

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 12 Comments

A micro-poetry, “Emotions.”

One of poetry’s amazing abilities is that in the words, one can exchange feelings from one person to another—between poet and reader, alive at one moment, or could be 10, 20, 30 years of age, across many languages and cultures of the world.

Image of Micro-Poetry: Emotions

In addition, a poem can convey our most powerful emotions, which the poet writes about so passionately in lines, painful moments, happy moments—those hold mystery—filled with sunlight in one essence, rain in another, and then, maybe, filled with words that come from a person who is silent in suffering. A micro-poetry and digital art piece of example.

Micro-poetry: Emotions

Although the rain

falls abundantly here,

sunlight also leaks 

through the open windows

of this dilapidated apartment.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Emotions|
A micro-poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

They ask for a story about me, about losing something, about loss, about happiness, about me. In this poetry, I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.

Micro-poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, emotions, exchange of words and emotions, poet,

poetry’s amazing power

Daily Prompt for You:
Superficial

Free Verse: Like a Dead Weight

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 24 Comments

A free verse poetry, “Like a Dead Weight.”

The most difficult decision to make in a relationship is to walk away, I’ve had to make this choice twice. Sometimes, things just don’t work out, or the level of the playing field changes. I became a victim of verbal abuse, thrown like rocks against a soft surface.

Image of Free Verse Poetry, "Like a Dead Weight."

It penetrates. I catered to this negativity, thought all my love could save his soul, it didn’t change anything, only me. And when I was drowning in the bitterness of time, I looked into the mirror and saw my reflection. I had aged, with unhappiness written in lines across my face. With the last trip to the emergency room, suffering from hypertension and an anxiety attack that brought on a stroke. I could have died. I found me.

In this free verse poetry and digital art piece maybe you can see or feel the change of choices.

Free Verse Poetry: Like a Dead Weight

Like a dead weight, I felt it…
a heaviness bearing down on my heart; like the many times
of knowing what rocks felt like if you pack them far too long.

It felt awful. It anchored my soul.
(Anchored and not a dead weight.)

The yellow glow of words shared to you to encourage,
couldn’t change who you are.

My perceptive heart becomes aware of those same patterns; like pattering rain on a flat rooftop.

How I know of compilation

First, it’s just one. Then more adding like numbers getting bigger. bigger. Then, it eats away at your happy place; like weeds growing in a garden stealing color.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Today, I opened my heart and let the black crow free.

I hope you can find another resting branch.

A bluebird perched upon my branches today and sang.
And the trickling sun fingers touched my face.

I breathe long and hard and smiled for the first in awhile, life into mine soul again.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Like a Dead Weight|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

Like a Dead Weight, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, love, romance, relationships, lovers

This could also be an ekphrastic poem for The Ekphrastic Review, of describing the hearts hanging like dead weights.

Daily Prompt for You:
Witty

Free Verse: Swamp Princess

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 17 Comments

In this free verse poetry, “Swamp Princess.”

In everyday life, I challenge myself to write poetry about something I have no experience with. In an online search through Wikipedia. I came across a spectacular plant and flower combined, one I had not seen, nor was I aware of it. So a new learning lesson for me, cause I’m not fluid in botany. I found one must watch out for the pretty things, or things that look too good to be real.

Free Verse - Swamp Princess

Everything has a surface to viewing eyes, its what lies under, or within that brings to question, What is it? Maybe, a free verse poetry and a picture from Pixabay will give answers.

Free Verse Poetry: Swamp Princess

In the summers of Australia,
a princess lingers in the swamps.
Her name simple, Sundew, or
Botanica, Drosera.
Swaying, dancing, and
moving so many times
with a warm breeze.
Sharp red clothes her, and
morning sunlight inflorescence.
She’s got a secret to keep.
Beguile becomes glistening drops.
Sticky secreting sweet perfume.
Unsuspecting fools—fall for beauty,
and sweetness.
Some things look pretty—
But are quite deadly.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Swamp Princess|
An urban free verse poetry

Wikipedia.org;

“Drosera, commonly known as the sundews, is one of the largest genera of carnivorous plants, with at least 194 species.[1] These members of the family Droseraceae lure, capture, and digest insects using stalked mucilaginous glands covering their leaf surfaces. The insects are used to supplement the poor mineral nutrition of the soil in which the plants grow. Various species, which vary greatly in size and form, are native to every continent except Antarctica.[2]

Both the botanical name (from the Greek δρόσος: drosos = “dew, dewdrops”) and the English common name (sundew, derived from Latin ros solis, meaning “dew of the sun”) refer to the glistening drops of mucilage at the tip of each tentacle that resemble drops of morning dew.”

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

Swamp princess, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, nature, types of carnivorous plants and flowers, sundew drosera, carnivorous plants

Daily Prompt for You:
Launch

 

Free Verse: The Crying Brown Paper Bag

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 15 Comments

In this free verse poetry, “The Crying Brown Paper Bag.”

Being a teenager living in the countryside had its challenges, yellow buses didn’t just come to your doorstep, there was always a long walk to have the privilege of being picked up by the bus. My walk was 3/4 of a mile.

Image of free verse poetry,

Granted whether it rained or shined, hot or cold. It was my 3/4 of a mile. I enjoyed it, except for the bitter cold days. I was 16, and summer was almost upon us when I heard “the crying brown bag.” And this is my free verse poetry to tell my story in lines.

Free verse poetry: The Crying Brown Bag

Like a bee to a scented flower; I was drawn to it. An instinct as old as time itself: my first pings of mothering.

A brown paper bag. A cry for help. (A cry and not a bee.)

Country roads weren’t a place for innocence, and innocence without guidance, predators lurk. After many afternoons of walking three-quarters of a mile to get home, from being dropped off by the yellow bus. I knew they didn’t belong here.

The old pavement road was quiet that afternoon, and the cries for help echoed. Eyes wandered to the sound beating in my ear. To the brown paper bag alongside the road.

Cries rang out from brown the closer I approached. Kneeling down, I spread open the bag.

My heart melted there on the pavement, eight brown eyes as big as saucers peered up at me. Four tiger stripe felines meowing…I’m hungry and scared. They musta been no older than about 6 weeks of age.

I carried them home to my mother. She took one look at the bag and went straight to work putting together a home for four lucky kittens.

The once hungry and scared felines now have names; Harley, Nana, Baby, and Rascal.

Who in their right mind abandons 6 week old kittens, that day when I found that brown grocery bag with those kittens, I for the first time felt the cruelty of humanity. It left a sadden, sickening feeling in my gut, in my heart. Maybe it why I write, cause we can be these little kittens, abandon by society, our state, our family.

We really must stay in tune to humanity and care about our world, our animals, our children, nature itself.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| The Crying Brown Paper Bag|
An urban free verse poetry

 

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

The Crying Brown Paper Bag, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, kittens, abandoned, abandoned kittens

Daily Prompt for You:
Launch

Free Verse: This Was No Ordinary Church

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 15 Comments

In this free verse poetry, “This Was No Ordinary Church.”

I want to share an experience with you of a Sunday that was quite strange when I was fifteen years old. I will never forget it either. I won’t say anything more…You must read and form your own opinion.

No Ordinary Church

Free Verse Poetry: This Was No Ordinary Church

Adorned with fifteen years, and a canary yellow dress.
My father finally wants to go to church.
Was it to save his soul or more of the curiosity of the choir two blocks down that rose above the hum of main street traffic.

Blue suits and plaid shirts clothed them, but something felt awful here.

I could feel hate. A neo-nazi sign hung above the pulpit.
But it wasn’t just that; it was the cold steel that hung from leather on hips, that scared me.
I tugged on daddy’s sleeve to show him the sign.
All I heard was chatter. My father had a way of ignoring you when he was interested in other suits.

My mother only stared into the eyes of my father, as nothing else existed. We all lined up in a pew, like cattle for slaughter,
at least that’s what I thought.
The suits still marched along the pews with their steel armor.

The hair on my neck continues to stand along
with goosebumps on mine arm.

This church wasn’t an ordinary church.
Why couldn’t my father see this?
Seeing the cross on the wall and the neo-nazi sign above the cross.
The sign gave me the insight to love and hate.
How can a church proclaim the love for GOD, yet despise a black man, when we are created equal in the eyes of GOD?

Granted, it was the first and last time I came here.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| This is No Ordinary Church|
An urban free verse poetry

What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

This was no ordinary church, urban free verse poetry, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, church, house of god

Daily Prompt for You:
Coincidence

Urban Ekphrastic Poem: Color-Blind

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 13 Comments

In this urban ekphrastic poem, “Color Blind.”

Love is blind, kinda like this digital art here, I created a fence line that runs into nowhere land…A mirage of reds, burgundy, greens, blues all collide. Relationships can be that way too especially with the struggles and challenges of everyday life. An ekphrastic poem to enjoy! Happy Friday everyone! Have an awesome weekend too!

Image of Urban Ekphrastic Poem: Color Blind

 

Urban Ekphrastic Poem: Color-Blind

Like an abstract painting before it’s brought to life by brush strokes, unveil me into a single color enough to condone and let it bleed into a body that can breathe a life or at least an appreciation for one.

You are color-blind, leaning against the truck beside me as we listen to a lead guitarist riff…that gave rock-n-roll a name.  Or maybe you know, clinging to our mutual partiality of Ted Nugent set to obscurities.

I love “Great White Buffalo” like the first ridiculous story a boy told me on that old country road—that stirring of rebellion over tradition. Or maybe it was just the way he walked…fluidly. My attraction needs color and passion; the scratching of the guitar, the deliberate strokes.

I feel more vulnerable when you and I discuss our devotion to special music, of craziness, your fingers already, indulging goosebumps on my neck. They never stay long enough though…to paint abstract on my canvas. And how I want to let our colors bleed.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Color-Blind|
An urban ekphrastic poem

What is Ekphrastic Poem?

Poets.org expresses it like this: Ekphrastic poems are now understood to focus only on works of art—usually paintings, photographs, or statues. And new ekphrastic poems have shrugged off antiquity’s obsession with an elaborate description, and instead have tried to interpret, inhabit, confront, and speak to their subjects.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

color-blind, urban ekphrastic poem, poetry, enlightenment, daily prompt, inspiration, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, love, digital art, relationships, romance,

Daily Prompt for You:
Leaf

Ekphrastic Poem: Under the Petals of Fluorescence.

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 12 Comments

In this Ekphrastic poem, “Under the Petals of Fluorescence.”

In PhotoShop, I wanted to create an image that gives a 3D effect. One of depth in the first layer of a grainy sky that fractured into a dreamy landscape, the second layer of huge fluorescence blossoms, and the third layer of miniature gold-tipped geese in fantasy land. How many geese do you count? How many flower blossoms do you see?

Image of Ekphrasis poem "Under the Petals of Fluorescence."

Fantasy with its gigantic efflorescence, in the Emerald meadow, flourished. Air-infused with stagnated fragrance and pollinated particles, the trees wore a gray gown when the breeze tossed leaves waiting for my mother to breathe.

She grabbed at the corners of lace in a pocket, sneeze, sneezes again. When she finally quits wiping dripping perfume off her nose, with moisten eyes she sees them.

This wasn’t a run-of-the-mill meadow, it was magical, everything was not of what it seemed, a fool’s paradise for dreamers. Objectifying of extremes.

Today the meadow’s noisy. Emerald got a flock of geese. A rare, unique gold-tip feathered breed under the petals of fluorescence. Geese of miniature stature. Mother could hold them in the palm of her hands if she wanted, she didn’t.

Blue became filled with honking serenade. They didn’t stay long though.

It will be another year by chance we might see them again. In the meadow, blossoms sway in dance.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Under the Petals of Fluorescence|
An urban ekphrastic poem

What is Ekphrastic Poem?

Poets.org expresses it like this: Ekphrastic poems are now understood to focus only on works of art—usually paintings, photographs, or statues. And new ekphrastic poems have shrugged off antiquity’s obsession with an elaborate description, and instead have tried to interpret, inhabit, confront, and speak to their subjects.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

Under the Petals of Fluorescence, urban ekphrastic poem, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, fantasy, digital art, stories, flowers, nature

Daily Prompt for You:
Mighty

Ekphrastic Poem: Seattle’s Woodland Park Zoo Koala Bear

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 9 Comments

In this Ekphrastic Poem, “Seattle’s Woodland Park Zoo Koala Bear.”

Bianca and I love going to The Woodland Park Zoo in Seattle, viewing, and watching the wildlife there. The koala never moves, just napping having sweet dreams. The giraffe was so beautiful, stretching his long neck to eat of trees. The baby seals, so entertaining, swimming and diving, showing off for us. A little ekphrastic poem and digital art piece to brighten your day!

Koala at Woodland Park Zoo of Seattle, WA

In this digital art, I found a picture of koala resting, wanted to incorporate a hieroglyphic type effect to bleed through, and a texture of the metal and an abstract effect to give the image a 3D depth.

Ekphrastic Poem: Seattle’s Woodland Park Zoo Koala Bear

A tummy tucked with eucalyptus leaves,
A “marsupial”  naps cradled within phalanges.
Natives have left their hieroglyphics of painted people.
Coursing upon the heart walls—veins. Far off the koala hears drums beating and the ranting chants. Small-sheltering towns are growing in on the marsupial’s homeland.
And now she’s forced to seek refuge from extinction.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Seattle’s Woodland Park Zoo Koala Bear|
An urban ekphrastic poem

What is Ekphrastic Poem?

Poets.org expresses it like this: Ekphrastic poems are now understood to focus only on works of art—usually paintings, photographs, or statues. And new ekphrastic poems have generally shrugged off antiquity’s obsession with an elaborate description, and instead have tried to interpret, inhabit, confront, and speak to their subjects.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

Seattle’s Woodland Park Zoo Koala Bear, urban ekphrastic poem, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, koala bear, nature, marsupial

Daily Prompt for You:
Sting

Urban Ekphractic Poem: Bird Under Canopy

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 29 Comments

An urban ekphrastic poem, “Bird Under Canopy.”

My first attempt at an Ekphrastic poem, here I wanted to create a piece of digital art, that illustrated a brown hawk trapped within a canopy of branches. Like woven metal of chicken wire, entrapment. It took three separate images to create this abstract digital art, some transparencies, blends, and effects, then cropping out a bird soaring into a blue. I believe that this piece displays this.

Bird Under Canopy

Urban Ekphrastic Poem: Bird Under Canopy

Inside the abstract sky—a delicacy of color—
Phalanges touch, axis across offshoot,
intermingle. Underneath its canopy,
of woven intersections, I see him.

Long-wing spanned speckled brown hawk.

Swirling, diving, confined.
Eyes are darting up and about,
searching for an escapeway.
Screeching, shrieking, with urgency, another swoop again.

I saw it before him, the realm, within which openings invite blue. 

Shifty, darting eyes eventually lock on, around the underside and up
straight into blue and white. He’s gone.
Inside this covering, I find where life and enchantment
coexist in nature and not. Inhabitants hide.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| Bird Under Canopy|
An urban ekphrastic poem

What is Ekphrastic Poem?

Poets.org expresses it like this: Ekphrastic poems are now understood to focus only on works of art—usually paintings, photographs, or statues. And modern ekphrastic poems have generally shrugged off antiquity’s obsession with an elaborate description, and instead have tried to interpret, inhabit, confront, and speak to their subjects.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

—a digital art and poetry WordPress blog—

bird under canopy, urban ekphrastic poem, poetry, enlightenment, life, daily prompt, inspiration, fear of the unknown, appreciation of life, free verse poetry, birds, nature,

 

Daily Prompt for You:
Recreate

Urban Daily Haiku: Soar

/ Linda J. Wolff | Founder of Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine / 19 Comments

An urban daily haiku: “Soar.”

In this daily haiku, I wanted to illustrate this abstract digital art piece of the simplicity of nature. A seagull from above soaring over the colored landscape, enjoying the current of the air. Happy Friday to all you beautiful peeps! Have a blessed weekend too!

Urban Daily Haiku Soar

Urban Daily Haiku: Soar

Blue…swallows feathers.
A breeze croons—lyrics softly.
White petals flutter.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
|Soar|
A daily haiku poem

What is a Haiku Poem?  A Japanese poem which can also be known as a Hokku. A Haiku poem is similar to a Tanka but has fewer lines. A Haiku is a type of poetry that can be written on many themes, from love to nature. A Haiku consists of 3 lines and 17 syllables.

THINGS TO DO HERE: 

  • If You’re New to My Poetry Blog: Don’t forget to SIGN-IN on the Meet-Up Page to connect with other wonderful bloggers. Sign in Here – Meet Up
  • Grab Urban Pen: Poetic Writings of Linda J. Wolff – Vol #1 Poetry eBook: Do you love reading poetry, or quotes? Of course, you do, or you wouldn’t be here reading Urban Poetry 2017. eBook Urban Pen: Vol #1 Time Pieces is available on Amazon
  • —Grab your urban pen poems from Amazon for $2.99. http://amzn.to/2vH1rdG

Read more Inspiring Poetry:

  1. Free Verse – Bullying, When You See Her
  2. I Am a Twilight Girl
  3. Daily Haiku: Gray Abandonment

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

—a digital art and urban poetry WordPress blog—

soar, haiku poetry, urban daily haiku, seagull soaring on the wind, searching for food, enlightenment, Japanese poetry, daily haiku, a bird soaring, an urban nature haiku poem
Flavorful