Warning!
“Do Not Approach,
Or Attempt To Talk To
Me Before Morning Coffee”
Cinquain
Today, we challenge you to write a poem that takes the form of a warning label . . . for yourself
Tag: poem
Bird Ballet
Dove seranades
Jay Dances to his own tune
Morning bird watching
Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge Week #217 Prompt: Tune
(Off Prompt)
Sweet Sound
“All healed”
Is what I heard.
Doctor’s smile and good words
Are a gift many don’t receive.
Blessing!
Cinquain
“when you hear it, you write it down.” Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere
Imagination Land
Sitting backwards in a corner of my circle
Wearing my Saturday best
I watched as the stars rearranged themselves in the sky
To greet the sun rising in the west
So awestruck was I
I barely ducked a herd of pigs flying by
One of them wearing a polka dot vest
Laughing at me in jest
I turned my back on time as it faced me
The clock striking thirteen in protest
The circle I was in was becoming a square
As a mouse was put to the test
To eat an elephant for lunch
Feeling stressed at his first munch
I was glad I was just a guest
In this imaginary backwards land of reverse
And now I’m choosing to end this verse
Nonsense Rhyme
NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 22
Prompt: Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant.
Narcissus
Sakes! Can’t you see
Its always all about me!
Narcissus blooms first!
Lady Spring aptly chose me,
Her number one bud to be.
Tanka
A Rebellious House
Dwelling in the midst
Of closed eyes, ears, and minds
Rebellious house
Shuttered ears are deaf
To the truth knocking
Closed eyes can’t see the truth
Through shuttered windows
Mutinous minds existing
Behind hostility’s doors
Choka
Poem based on this scripture:
“Son of man, thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house, which have eyes to see, and see not; they have ears to hear, and hear not: for they are a rebellious house.” Ezekiel 12:2
Prompt: write a poem that involves rebellion in some way.
Pretty in Pink
The Cherries in bloom
Petals falling like snow
Oregon Springtime
Haiku
(Off Prompt)
Ceaseless Hope
Commit to always keep going non-stop
Singing a song only your heart knows
Clinging to a belief deep within
That will give your soul the wings to fly
Syllablic Verse
(Based on this poem by Emily Dickinson)
“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,”
–Emily Dickinson
prompt for the day isn’t exactly based in revision, but it’s not exactly not based in revision, either. It also sounds a bit more complicated than it is, so bear with me! First, find a poem in a book or magazine (ideally one you are not familiar with). Use a piece of paper to cover over everything but the last line. Now write a line of your own that completes the thought of that single line you can see, or otherwise responds to it. Now move your piece of paper up to uncover the second-to-last line of your source poem, and write the second line of your new poem to complete/respond to this second-to-last line. Keep going, uncovering and writing, until you get to the first line of your source poem, which you will complete/respond to as the last line of your new poem
At The Zoo in 2002
Off the marked trail
Grand-daughter chose to peruse
Running with the Roos
Not recommended by Zoos
Gave Grandma a fright
To see her run with delight
Trying to catch the Hoppers
But G-ma was able to stop her
Caught her before they bopped her
Choka
At the Zoo with all 4 of my grand-kids.
There is an area you can walk on a path near the kangaroos. Signs say “Please Keep On Path”. Youngest grand-daughter age 2 breaks loose of my hand and takes off running to try to catch a kangaroo! Thankfully I caught her before the Roo did!
Prompt: write a poem re-telling a family anecdote that has stuck with you over time
Mind Games
Some live daily
Like a puppet on a string
Just playing life’s game
Senryu
“Until you realize how easily it is for your mind to be manipulated, you remain the puppet of someone else’s game.”
prompt for the day asks you to write a poem that prominently features the idea of play. It could be a poem about a sport or game, a poem about people who play (or are playing a game), or even a poem in the form of the rules for a sport or game that you’ve just made
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 