A small tear
Rolled down her cheek
None noticed
Except One
His big hand touched her cheek
Bringing tears of Joy
Shadorma
We challenge you today to write a poem in which something big and something small come together
Author: Leonas Lines
A born and raised Midwesterner who traveled to Oregon in 2006 via the Oregon Trail route, fell in love with Oregon and now call it home.
I am retired and pursuing my life long dream of becoming a Freelance Inspirational Writer.
All American Spring Show
Robin Redbreast enters
Stands erect in the pin spot
Singing Spring’s sweet song
Haiku
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week #215 Prompt: Pin
#NaPoWriMo 2018—Off Prompt
(I chose not to use NaPoWriMo’s Prompt today and instead I used Haiku Horizons)
Then and Now
19th Century Student
“Oh had I known then
What I know now, I’d
Laughed, and not worried”
20th Century Student
“Oh had you known then
What I know now, you’d
Have not believed”
Syllabic Verse-Dialogue
Write out a list of all of your different layers of identity. For example, you might be a wife, a grandmother, a Philadelphian, a dental assistant, a rabid Phillies fan, a seamstress, retiree, agnostic, cancer survivor, etc.. These are all ways you could be described or lenses you could be viewed through. Now divide all of those things into lists of what makes you feel powerful and what makes you feel vulnerable. Now write a poem in which one of the identities from the first list contends or talks with an identity from the second list. This might turn out to be kind of a “heavy” exercise, emotionally, but I hope you will find the results enlightening
Enveloped by Fear
That silver cage that surrounded me
Had now become my closest friend.
I’d come to depend on it.
It was ready to support,
Always there for me.
How could I possibly
Decide to
Let it go
For a
Cane?
It had stood ready to help me in the night.
When I was alone it brought me comfort.
I did not have to worry,
It wouldnt let me fall again.
I was safe with it,
Yet, it held me back.
No! Fear held me!
So I took the
Cane and
Walked!
Double Reverse Etheree
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two.
Unrealized Potential
Looking for escape
Not aware of his resources
Flight to freedom lost
Haiku
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like the work in Translucence, reacts both to photography and to words in a language not your own. Begin with a photograph. Now find a poem in a language you don’t know (here’s a good place to look!) Ignore any accompanying English translation (maybe cover it up, or cut-and-paste the original into a new document). Now start translating the poem into English, with the idea that the poem is actually “about” your photograph. Use the look and feel of the words in the original to guide you along as you write, while trying to describe your photograph. It will be a bit of a balancing act, but hopefully it will lead to new and beautiful (and possibly very weird) place
This is the original photo with the original poetry which I found posted at: https://awakenedeye.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/gr-magritte.jpg
RV Life
Filled with hungry faces
Campers park on city streets
72 hour caravan site
Life’s harsh reality shows
Recreation is just a word
Senryu
Many Cities and Towns are facing a growing number of Homeless RV’ers
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that is about something abstract – perhaps an ideal like “beauty” or “justice,” but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns.
Adjectives are fine too! Concrete details like those can draw the reader in and let them imagine the real world where your abstract ideal or feeling happen
My Journey With Books
I have been walking
The streets of San Francisco
“In Places Hidden”
Remembering the place
“Where Lilacs Still Bloom”,
While listening to “The Sound of Rain”,
With Judd and Larkin
And, as Hannah did, I am
Clinging to “A Passionate Hope”
Like Masuo Yasui in a “Stubborn Twig”
Or like those many pioneers did
On “The Oregon Trail”.
I, like “Judah’s Wife”, seek peace and safety
So I stop for a “Praise Pause”,
And praise God using one of His many names.
I am so grateful for His “Cherished Mercy”
And His “Redeeming Grace”.
List Poem
(Based on a list of some of the recent books I have or am now reading)
NaPoWriMo 2018-Day 3–List Poem
Book List:
In Places Hidden—Tracie Peterson
Where Lilacs Still Bloom—Jane Kirkpatrick
The Sound of Rain—Sarah Loudin Thomas
A Passionate Hope—Jill Eileen Smith
Stubborn Twig—Lauren Kessler
The Oregon Trail—David Dary
Judah’s Wife—Angela Hunt
Praise Pause—SGLY Ministry
Cherished Mercy—Tracie Peterson
Redeeming Grace—Jill Eileen Smith
Different Perspectives
1. My Point of View:
“Childhood memories
Of my grandpa’s garden patch
Full of strawberries
And the giant apple tree
That hid me as I ate them.”
2. My Sensible Sister’s Point of View:
“You should’ve asked Gramps
Before your hands reached for
His prize berries
Your temptation caused you
To eat and run to that tree.”
3. My Mom’s Point of View:
“Eating strawberries
From her grandpa’s garden patch
Childhood thief flees to
Apple Tree Sanctuary
Her secret place to hide”
Triple Tanka
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 2 Challenge:
to write a poem that plays with voice. For example, you might try writing a stanza that recounts something in the first-person, followed by a stanza recounting the same incident in the second-person, followed by a stanza that treats the incident from a third-person point of view.
April Fool
I keep no secrets
My life is an open book
Nothing you’ll uncover
Not a thing you will discover
In cranny and nook
There’s not a hidden thing
That a “ah ha” will bring
Very transparent am I
And I never ever lie
Choka
Community Lunch
The two Incognito
Silhouettes in the shade
Sharing common ground
Haiku
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 
