Day 21 – Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!
They rise from lips long parched,
What loaded words!
Soft feathers in a wind of change:
Day 20 – Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.
It was a sunny day in March
Or maybe in April
The snow had melted away
Like one day my illusions would
But back then I knew nothing of these things
I was just a kid, playing in mud
On a walk with my dad
I did not know that other dads were not like mine
That not all dads threatened to leave
That not all dads drank a lot of bitter water
That not all dads made moms cry so often
But back then I was so small
And the sun shone so brightly
And dad wasn’t doing any of those things at the moment
So I kept on jumping in puddles and laughing
Until we came upon a ditch
One day there would be a house there
But that day was yet to come
On that sunny day in March
(Or maybe in April)
I found a little yellow flower on the edge of that ditch
Like a tiny sun
Defying all odds
Blooming there all alone
I was just a kid playing in mud
I did not know that one day this tiny sun
This yellow little flower in all that mud
Would become a metaphor
For my broken childhood
Day 19 – Imagine yourself doing any household task/chore, then write a poem using what you’ve imagined as an extended metaphor for writing.
OK, let’s do this…
I open the doors to my wardrobe of ideas,
There’s all sorts here, old and new.
Some look hopeful, others do their best to hide:
They know the Day of Reckoning is upon them.
Hmm, this one looks all right, I’ll use it.
Oh gods, what was I thinking back then?!
Nope… hopelessly late for that one…
This here is so lovely but would suit someone else’s style
Much better than mine.
Mercilessly, I sort them into piles:
Some are good as they come,
Some need to be taken apart and changed,
Some just need to go, no debating allowed.
And now there’s room for more.
Day 18 – Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.
I wish I were a cat, so fluffy and soft
Perhaps a little fat, it’s cuter this way
I’d sleep all day just so that at night
I’d be ready to play, all happy and perky
(Gah, I cannot continue, this feels so wrong 😀 )
Day 17 – Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.
My head is so empty, my nerves are so tense
It’s really killing me, all this suspense
There’s so much to do, so much to see
But only time can tell where I will be
I’m waiting and waiting and waiting and still
No news – my head aches and I feel so ill
I wish I knew whether to weep or to pack
Fuck it, I’ll just go and have a small snack
Day 16 – Respond to the poem you posted yesterday with a poem of your own.
(I know I haven’t posted any poems in a few days, my nerves are so tense that violin strings look floppy in comparison. I’m trying to land a job in a company which is 2,5 hours away from my current residence and I am SO READY to pack my things, move there and start working… but I don’t know yet whether they will hire me. Will attempt to squeeze out some poetry now anyway, even if it’s kinda meh.)
One Ring to rule them all… What power did it hold!
No heart was strong enough to fight its lure.
Wise were the elves who kept their distance,
Gold-loving dwarves knew better than to argue.
Only man, that weak of heart and mind,
Would try and fail to tame Isildur’s Bane.
Day 15 – Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).
Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Day 14 – Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.
I want u
Why don’t u want me 2?
Everyting is bad
Look at the duck
Bae I want u so bad
Y is the world so cruel to me?
Nobody has ever hurt so much
All the pain
It hurts so bad
I am mad
Cuz u hurt me bad!
I tried to channel a rejected 12-year-old here 😀 Not sure if it worked but this “poem” is definitely very bad.
Day 13 – Write a short poem that a child would like.
Mary has a hairy puppy
Puppy makes her very happy
Now she got a shiny guppy
In a bowl, a lovely chappie
Mary’d like a little kitty
Because fish aren’t super chatty
Although they are very pretty
Kitties are all really natty
Day 12 – Tell your life story in 6 words.
B U T
S T I L L
K I C K I N ‘ ! ! !