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.
Kinda cheated today but not too much.
Happy Birthday to me
I am filled with glee
I had a great day
And I am quite happy!
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.
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.
Today’s prompt was to write a poem containing 10 lines, each of which is a lie.
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.
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!”
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.
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.
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 is a soft, round, flat-crowned hat.
Compassion is now worn by many military personel
Compassion, when worn properly, fits snugly around the head
Compassion originates from 19th century French peasants.
Seeping slowly through the atmosphere
Striking softly in the night
Slumbering, Sleeping gently rocking
Siren’s songs whispering warmly
Sedately sending you to rest