Here are some more poems I’ve written this month so far! I usually try again with prompts I find interesting, and leave room for revisiting concepts I like. And I hope you like these!
For more inspiration, visit the official National Poetry Writing Month blog!
Today’s prompt is to tell a tall tale… I took this opportunity to dabble into some of my favorite concepts.
Scientists call xir an
Anomaly.
Somehow born and lost to time,
Xie managed to find the way
Here, but
Not ‘sideways’
As our Dancers do.
Romantics swear xie
Flew from on high;
Patterns reveal
Higher dimensions
of stark
Contrasts.
Xie’s rarely seen straying
From those silver gates:
Guarding against
Darkness and Light
Burning through.
Sometimes,
Witnesses glimpse
A shift of rainbow.
The locale claims
It’s a promise fulfilled;
Your heart becomes unbreakable
If the sword
Erupts from xir chest
And you can see the jewel.
If the stars align, just so,
Like a tower,
Xie could see you.
Politeness is paramount.
Ask and answer–
But not for long.
Today, we’d like to challenge you to write either a monostich, which is a one-line poem, or a poem made up of one-liner style jokes/sentiments.
すてきだね x
(a heart is drawn, “ey/em” in the middle)
“You’re six feet above ground.” -Grant
Think about poetry.
Deep breaths.
Makeup? Watch?
Tip on the tightrope. x.
“Bitch look: good, haute, pretty, handsome, sexy!” x.
You exist.
You are valid.
Take up space.
People love you.
(another heart, or a star, even)
“It’s not meant to be a strife. It’s not meant to be a struggle uphill.” x
“Sasuneac yna hela, pid dryd’c ymm drao yna.” -Rikku
This is our home.
Stay hydrated!
LOC Method!
Relax, just be here (or there).
Journal.
Rest.
Have you snugged today?
We probably glow, too. x
(and here is a hedgehog doodle)
There were bright colors in my fear.
Once I am lured in by song
The movie slowly turned,
Entrenched by darker hues
Falling from the shadows of malevolent flight.
There’s nothing delicate
In fighting back, this time.
Retaliation brutal as my nightmares.
Night fell deeper.
Vespertine fled and I screamed
Sorrow
For empty victory
Grief
For the hanged in memory
Rage
For justice, failed.
Here’s to Bluetooth!
I used to be wary
And we used to make fun,
But it’s there
when I need
To tune out the outside world
And appease the
songs stuck in my head,
Or listen to speedrunning history
Instead of stalled traffic.
With speakers better than
My phone’s
I’m gently lulled to sleep;
The nostalgic nightscape
Sounds real.
And on two different screens
I track my sleep-hours
Along with
My steps and
I can see my goals
Quantified and obtainable.
But I’ll never
Connect
My toaster.
There are
no wires or dongles
to ruin,
But we can still make fun of
The Internet of Things
And be wary of that.
I wrote it this morning, and it just so happened to also fall into today’s prompt: “a poem that centers around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met.“
As for the others out-of-order, I’ll post those over the weekend (if I can remember to schedule it!).
You are really here!
Sit down; I have much to tell you.
My mother is/was/will be a huge fan of yours;
Your voice will save galaxies.
Um,
Excuse the confusion
While I slow down time and explain:
She died, my mom.
But, she rebuilt herself,
Modeled her hair after yours.
And we’d listen to your songs all the time.
I inherited her love.
I see we’re to be joined by your friends
So I’ll be quick–
You inspire so many,
To the point where someone’s kid
Falls backward in time
Just to meet you.
Because you never gave up.
The sadness and pain are merely fire.
The iced tea is sweating.
In short: a necklace token
To use in the future;
I love you.
Now finished,
I’ll snap my fingers.
Time will resume
And you won’t remember
Any of this,
Not yet.
But seriously, I’ve been riding that high since I saw her in concert.
…maybe I should write about that. Meanwhile, a poem.
I want to feel that again,
The wonderful ache in my heart
To mirror floating through water
Into a dream of not-home-anymore
But you are there
Loading the car, because
I’m just dreaming.
Fantasy and reality collide here:
The sky is a meteor shower.
The grass bends into waves.
The house, odd angles, and comes in threes.
We’re characters who loved each other and will again,
Once I write 100 words
For each of the myriad orbits
In flying, or string ensemble, or sinking.
So reach for me while you’re dreaming,
Remember the last time we fell together,
Kissing away nightmares
And content with this magic,
Almost floating like she does.
We rest, but still worry how
To live in the mountain,
How to carve the walls thick enough
And climb up, inside– stone-made steps.
We got here from following our mother’s torches
Illuminating novellas.
Old tales, probably impossible,
Of industrial gods defeated
Yet the earth mourns– still metal, after all.
But still– don’t destroy yourself, we plead;
Find the house and stop fighting.
Everyone is tired.
My fingers know repetition
From minutes of execution.
And I will make mistakes.
So I will not rush.
I just want to make parallels, callbacks, bookends, music;
Now with the lights out there is nothing to see.
A part of me still daydreams
Of what could have happened to you
If you kept music theory and frequented the stage,
The audience of mismatched furniture and beer,
Not discovered, but to just be known.
You used to be so beautiful, two things, raw
Not made for me but ultimately,
That doesn’t matter.
You could have been
On a tiny screen, big enough for
People to know the words.
Do you, still?
Caution, here; go slower than
A candle melting down
Unless you seek
Something other than what you need,
Tired eyes closed– rest, then
I recommend you go by feel.
Caress what skin you’ll find.
Why are you in my dreams?
Other bodies, too busy
Running out of reach I feel I’m
Running out of time.
Inside my room
Evening blurs and I can’t remember how
Scarred the finger-trails made us.
Come closer,
Obey what soft commands are left.
See how I’ve stopped running with
My heart out of breath.
I held to an implosion and
Caused a universe to freeze.
Closer, dawn breaks
After another midnight.
Released are the stars and the words
Embark on frozen journeys–
Slowest thawing.
On the shores of roped-off swimming spots
I remember you from all the pens I never collected
the contrast from the blue houses
Complimenting the white trim
I write in red tint
Now more honorable, more informed
I could have been
On those still nights
Beautiful with you
I never healed from that October
Always cold, not quite frozen
Melting from your pink hair
I ran ahead
Into the shadow unknowing
Loneliness becoming
Written sensual unseen by you
I found out who I was
But you’ll never know
you left the lost roads
Stapling images to trees
From backpacks full
Addresses broken
Someone else has your name
I left mine alone
She kept driving
We left our bathing suits at home
Morning still, this
Filling in blanks
No closure, unresolved, this.
