17 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 17 – Write a poem that employs a rhyme scheme.

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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

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16 – 30 day poetry challenge

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.)

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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.

15 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 15 – Post a poem (written by someone else) that you love (for any reason).

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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.

14 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 14 – Write a bad poem, make it as lousy as you can, do everything wrong, let yourself be awful.

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I want u
Why don’t u want me 2?
U suck
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
Owwwwwwwwwwwww
It hurts so bad
I am mad
Cuz u hurt me bad!

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I tried to channel a rejected 12-year-old here 😀 Not sure if it worked but this “poem” is definitely very bad.

11 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 11 – Write a list poem.

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Anxiety sucks, it’s worse with depression
I have them both plus compulsive obsession
Leaving my home means the following list
To avoid the panic of “what have I missed?”

“Did I turn off the coffee machine? I did.
Did I turn off the kettle and stove? I did.
Did I water and feed the cat? I did.
Did I check that the fridge door is closed? I did.

Did I turn all the lights off? I think I did.
Did I close all the windows? I’m sure I did.
Did I remember my wallet? Looks like I did.
Did I take my phone? I sure as hell did!”

I get in my car and start up the engine
The traffic is fast and absorbs my attention
But anxiety ain’t done with me yet and so:
“But did I lock the door..? OH NO!!!”

10 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 10 – Pick a one line song lyric to serve as an epigraph to your poem. Then, write the poem to accompany it.

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‘Cause she’s a Supergirl and Supergirls don’t cry
Just weeks ago she was the apple of your eye
You then packed up and left her high and dry
You didn’t even take the time to say goodbye

But she’s a Supergirl and Supergirls don’t cry
She’ll soon have other, bigger fish to fry
And you’ll be wondering what went awry:
“Oh shit, I ditched her once again… but why?!?”

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The end of this week has been extra busy, so I’m a little behind with my daily poems. Fear not, I’ll be back on track in no time!

9 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 9 – Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.

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There’s nothing like lying on my big bed
Listening to the cat breathe loudly nearby
Letting my thoughts sprint like greyhounds
While idly scratching that itchy spot on my ankle

I have a million questions but no answers
I wish I could claw at my brain like I reach out to my foot!

Why does my skin suddenly feel like a colony of ants is marching over it?

How come we make the same mistakes over and over
Even if we realize at the time that it is stupid?

When can I hear someone’s soft whisper in my ear again?
How much longer do I need to seek to find myself?
To whom should I pray to make this bad luck end?
Will tomorrow be any better, even just a little bit?

…Would it make a difference if I knew?
The ankle is still itchy…

8 – 30 day poetry challenge

Day 8 – Write a cinquain on a topic of your choice.

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“I hope.”
What loaded words!
They rise from lips long parched,
Soft feathers in a wind of change
Thus soar.

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In case you’re like me and the definition of cinquain is not 100% clear from the get-go:

“Crapsey’s American Cinquain form developed in two stages. The first, fundamental form is a stanza of five lines of accentual verse, in which the lines comprise, in order, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 1 stresses. Then Crapsey decided to make the criterion a stanza of five lines of accentual-syllabic verse, in which the lines comprise, in order, 1, 2, 3, 4, and 1 stresses and 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 syllables. Iambic feet were meant to be the standard for the cinquain, which made the dual criteria match perfectly. Some resource materials define classic cinquains as solely iambic, but that is not necessarily so.”