For the last two weeks of April, I will post my poems, influenced by the Poem A Day (PAD) prompts on the NaPoWriMo website, here.
If you like to write poetry, check out their website. If you just want to read some poetry, I hope you find something here that you will enjoy.
Sure, write a
haiku,
What rhymes with
haiku?
WLM 4/15/15
Amidst the trees,
Pecking away
He sings out loud
Flying around
Pecking loudly
The woodpecker
Social
Feeling lonely,
depressed
Hydrating
while waiting
Aren't
we all sad
That
is all
Urgency
The message came
I found it wasn't true
Maybe I had forgotten
Sometimes, I wonder
I walk the road, alone
WLM 4/18/15
WLM 4/19/15
a planet, and not
to be
seen by naked eye
WLM 4/20/15
Landay
Come over here, I
have a secret to share
Well, maybe not, I
do not know if I dare
Maybe just a
little, that's all I can say
If I say too much,
they'll take me away
I have heard the
songs and the rhymes they have sung
They catch you
talking, and they cut out your tongue
Never mind, go
away, I've nothing to say
Maybe you can come
see me, some other day
Pluto, no longer
Erasure
“Like
I said I don’t practice religion much, but basically I try to live
a good life, and be good to people, and to always try to do the right
thing. I try to treat people the way I want to be treated.” I
said to Cerridwen.
“Well,
that is how I live my life too, that is how I look at things.”
“That
is basically like the one rule of
Paganism or Wiccanism isn’t it?”
“Yes,
basically you do the right things and not cause harm
to others.”
“Hmmm ,
okay. So tell me more about your
daughters.” I asked of her.
“Well
here , let me send you a picture of
them.”
Cerridwen
has two beautiful
young
daughters. Grace is
the youngest, 10 years old.
Chloe
is 12. She showed me a picture of them. They look a lot like her.
The picture was of the
three of them sitting
WLM 4/21/15
to a foreign country,
indulging in their cuisine
of Ireland, a beautiful
country , picturesque
good , but different than here
local musicians playing
guitars and singing
a delicious new experience
Pastoral
Traveling, overseas
A recent trip to the green fields
The beef there was
Tho' no matter, after a few pints
A dimly lit pub,
Limerick, music, Guinness
I had the lamb stew,
WLM 4/22/15
3 of Clubs
Cards in, ante up.
What's the game?
Fat Man, boys.
What's wild ?
Deuces, Jacks,
Man with the axe .
Five'll get you $20,
WLM 4/24/15 (Day 23)
Day 24 - see above post (Yeats - Down By the Salley Gardens)
Clerihew
whether it be a raven or a lark
WLM 4/25/15
nails into me
they run all day
they hide inside
they sleep in
being your home
just keep me clean
WLM 4/27/15 (Day
26)
of the
number 13, triskaidekaphobia
WLM 4/27/15
we walked along
the beach, the mountains
covered bridge, the
one in Vermont
what did it say
had a great time
like we always did
no matter where
but it never kept
us apart, just a
call , plane ride,
or a road trip
away
and I know you
will watch
over me, thanks,
sometimes
my friend
keep the beers
cold and the
clouds warm and
fluffy
WLM 4/28/15
this one, not so
much
WLM 4/30/15 (Day
29)
Day 24 - see above post (Yeats - Down By the Salley Gardens)
This one's for Poe,
Edgar Allan, you know
Like him, I enjoy the dark
Persona
Digging their
little
Up and down
Collecting nuts
When it rains
Little squirrel
I don't mind
Hay( na) ku
Fear
The Bridge
It's been over a year now,
Remember that red
There was a sign on it,
It was cold, but we
Separated by distance,
You crossed another bridge
I need it
I will see you again,
Review
Most of the
prompts, from
NaPoWriMo have been
good,
Backward
Patience,
asked of me
chirping
birds
late
in the day,
shall
it come?
No
dandelion,
nor
yellow sun,
simply
unexpected,
show
no sorrow
I
walk away,
my
last morn'
Cold,
melting snow
the
wait is over
Barren
trees,
a
flowerless lawn,
no
spring for me
the
years have passed
WLM 4/30/15
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