Poetry Challenge, Day 9:
Day 9 - Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.
**smile, smell, skip, love** **sweet, lovely, soft, calm** **cat, house, flower, sun**
calm rays of sun
fall down upon the garden,
bessie, the cat,
lazing stretched beneath a flower;
soft fur provides grounds
for dirt to become immersed in
(which later she will traipse throughout the house).
sweet aromas of the flower
wafts through my open window,
lovely scents to fill my room
with a feminine touch,
designing a smile upon my face.
such days bring warmth
of wonderlust and desire,
to skip off to countries
filled with memories from story books
embedded in my mind,
from a childhood long ago.
long love the days of
creating dreams, so fanciful.
Poetry Challenge, Day 8:
Day 8- Write a cinquain on a topic of your choice
trying to find comfort;
warming my soul to complete
Poetry Challenge, Day 6:
Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status.
“So if Matt Corby won’t marry me tonight I’ll gladly take the drummer from Alpine. Too cute.”
…how the heck am I supposed to make a poem out of that?!?! D: ‘challenge’ is an understatement!!. Sorry in advance for the very, superficial ( as i am going to presume it is) poem!! haha. :/
detailed notes reach my ears:
late last night, in the middle of my dreams,
you came to me, Matt Corby;
you sang along, crying with the wind.
tonight i pray, from secrets within my chest,
won’t you marry me off to the stars?
fly away with me, if you wish to leave behind the chaos;
i’ll provide for you a shelter,
a sanctuary for your music to grow.
the wolves, like your passionate drummer,
(the one from alpine too!)
will heed your every note;
emotion seeps from their paws unto our bed beneath the moon.
so if you’ll gladly take my hand,
shine your smile and grow that beard of yours so wide,
'cute' will be far too tame a word,
to describe our lustful, star-gazing, eyes.
Poetry Challenge, Day 5:
Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.
you’re but a titbit of clichéd advice,
in the face of uncertainty, to make one feel wise -
but to me, you simply taste like an ill-forgotten lie.
Poetry Challenge, Day 4:
Day 4- Write a haiku. They’re often about nature, but yours can be about anything.
(I’ve never writen a haiku…I hope it doesn’t make your throw up)
you: entirely unaware
of making smiles;
dance upon my lips.
Poetry Challenge, Day 3:
i lack the courage i need to put all my faith in you;
with scared hands and heart, i try, and try again.
yet i am but a failure, holding back each time;
closing my eyes, i see black. all black.
if only i had just glanced, that first little peak…
'had' - but it isn't too late; glance, glance now!
fear - you erode me.
trust flees from my every crevace, leaving me to bask in my disapproval.
where did i go wrong?
one moment my entire body was pelting towards your castle in the sky,
and then i looked back:
or, i simply stopped looking forwards.
you presented me with armour to shield myself from the damning,
but where is it now?
covering myself in illusions, i make believe i own control;
my mind is ranging, back and forth, from lows and highs
- i am nothing, if not entirely lost.
with a bleeding heart, i am forever running an endless marathon towards your castle;
awaiting the moment when i collapse into those forgiving arms.
Poetry Challenge, Day 2:
Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.
tears so moist, yet full of life;
laughter never dies.
rhythmic surges of resounding love -
with iridescent smiles
your benevolence burns so bright.
Poetry Challenge, Day 1:
Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.
Calcifying hands grip my
Arms so tightly;
Melancholy covering like sheets.
I awaken my senses to realise the
Lethal grip on my arms is from my own hands.
Loosely woven tears begin to fall;
Eternally great-full to wake from the nightmare.