NaPoWriMo day 20

Sorry! Only just realised that I didn’t write a poem yesterday. Okay, so yesterday’s prompt was to write a poem in the voice of a family member and I’ve chosen my father.

Life has been books

And books have been life

The knowledge I possess

Is nothing to that I don’t

The words of the long dead

Fill my head and follow me everyday

My love of music is enhanced

By every leap in technology

Long after I have gone

My legacy will live on

Through my pupils and children

But now the day is ending

And I must sleep

Perchance to dream.

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NaPoWriMo Day 18

Today’s prompt was to write a Rubaiyat which is a poem that follows the rhyme scheme AABA, BBCB etc.

 

I was a child of near fourteen

When first the black dog I had seen

And filled me with the greatest pain

And not much else I’ve felt between

 

I was not the same again

For happiness I had to feign

And I wished the most for the end

As my energy began to drain

 

Not by myself was I left to fend

I thank the friends who’d hands to lend

And I at last can see the end

Though never will it be my end.

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Today’s prompt was to describe something in terms of three or more senses.

A spring walk

The air is fresh,

It knows new life.

The daffs sway,

Bouncing in the wind.

The breeze dances,

Playing with my fingers.

Lambs bleat happily

Bounding through the fields.

Sun rays warm my skin,

Melting winter’s cold.

The word has reset,

And is starting anew.

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Today’s prompt was to write a poem containing 10 lines, each of which is a lie.

Childhood lies

You are all important.

Magic is real.

Eyes in the back of my head.

You can do anything you want.

The Prince kissed the Princess.

Everyone lived happily ever after.

We were only joking.

We’ll be friends forever.

We love each other.

Grandpa is in heaven.

NaPoWriMo day 15

Halfway there! Today’s prompt is to write a poem in terza rima which is a chained rhyme scheme. The first stanza in ABA, the next is BCB, a third is CDC and so on.

 

The Sergeant had once blown his top

And recruits were scattered wide

For fall he did over a discarded mop

 

The Sergeant, though flesh untouched, had rather hurt his pride

But amongst his men, no one took blame

Despite how hard he tried

 

He beasted them as was his fame

Though day and night did pass

Till they tried the sergeant tame

 

And said – “You touched it last!”

NaPoWriMo day 14

I’m sorry! I forgot and chrome is being weird today. Today’s (or Yesterday’s) prompt was to write a poem based on 20 questions, so there are 19 lines of question and 1 of non-question.

What am I doing?

Where am I going?

Why do I ache?

 

How am I breathing?

Should I be breathing?

Is this a mistake?

 

Is this all futile?

Is my will breaking?

How long can I last?

 

How is this possible?

Is this hill never ending?

Will there be a past?

 

Will the path soon be bending?

Will my legs too be bending?

Is this all I will know?

 

Will they be watching?

Is anyone waiting?

And what do I owe?

 

What am I doing?

You are but running.

 

I genuinely have asked myself all of the above questions (or a variation there upon) when I’ve been running and seeing as I went for my first run in about three months (I know, very lazy) I thought it appropriate.

NaPoWriMo day 13

Burning and drowning simultaneously

To gasp for air would agitate the inferno

So scratching and creeping,

Tearing at the rocks,

Dragging the vessel along

Watching others sail by.

 

No end, no end to this

This endless torture

The red horned beast sneers pitilessly

The only audience to your pain.

But still trudging on

Bound by the obligation of life.

NaPoWriMo day 12

I’m just going to quote today’s prompt because it’s complicated: “Today’s (optional) prompt is a “replacement” poem. Pick a common noun for a physical thing, for example, “desk” or “hat” or “bear,” and then pick one for something intangible, like “love” or “memories” or “aspiration.” Then Google your tangible noun, and find some sentences using it. Now, replace that tangible noun in those sentences with your intangible noun, and use those sentences to create (or inspire) a poem. Here’s a little example that replaces the word “lemon,” in sentences from a Wikipedia article on lemons, with the word “sorrow.”

Compassion

Compassion is a soft, round, flat-crowned hat.

Compassion

Compassion is now worn by many military personel

Compassion, when worn properly, fits snugly around the head

Compassion originates from 19th century French peasants.