Poetry Challenge: Part 4

My 4th Week Of Poetry (almost done!)

I continued experimenting with styles, mostly following the suggested themes.

Have you been participating? Share a link to some/all of your poems.

Do you have a favorite? Let me know which style connects with you!


For day 21 of #OctPoWriMo, here’s another cinquain.

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My head,
It fills with tales
Of beasts, lore, and magic.
Where those fighting for the truth
Prevail.

 

 


Following the theme for #OctPoWriMo day #22.

img_20181023_005238_8206453271883994369654.jpgEXPENSIVE

Where do you spend your time?
At work?
At home?
The road?

Who gets your time?
Your boss?
Your friends?
Your family?

What gets your time?
Your chores?
Your phone?
Or your dreams?


Day 23’s theme was “muddy”. Here’s my poem.

REALITY INTRUDES

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A new project shines
with plans and great lines

The future looks bright,
naught’s left but to write

But once I’ve commenced
the order’s dispensed

The molehills grow tall
while the plot now stalls

The only way through
is drafting anew

From shiny to mud
turn to ink from blood.

 


Day 24 of #OctPoWriMo theme was ‘Chop’

CHOP, CHOP

img_20181025_004313_5855331509717121494014.jpgWhen you can’t face the mirror
as the monsters all draw nearer

And mistakes from in your past
seem too numerous and vast,

What you need then is a change
something different and quite strange

With a makeover and chop
take a little off the top

Hide the body well, my dear
and you’ll be living in the clear.


For day 25 of #OctPoWriMo, I presented a limerick, for the theme ‘prickly’.

When life gets rough, many of us have a tendency to cave and avoid others. With any luck, we have good friends.

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FRIENDS

 

There once was a prick-i-ly man
being alone was his true, perfect plan
He hid in his room
and welcomed his doom
But his friends would not follow his ban

 

 

 


Friday, the 26th’s theme was “stretch.” I know I’m not the only one who’s always creaked in the morning…

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Every morning when I wake
every step that I do take

I hear these sounds echoing
Rice Krispies or corn popping

When it started I was new
and now these days I must rue

Crackle, and snap, and pop-pop
from toes to hips, it won’t stop

when your ribs think they’re a joint
and your sternum adds a point

Are you really getting old?
Just stretch yourself and be bold.


Saturday the 29th brought us the word ‘thunder.’ The day was dreary and rainy, itself and led to this poem. (I did, despite my poetic dreams, get out of bed before 9am both days this weekend, using ALL my pep.)

img_20181027_195344_8593535411681836655024.jpgTHUNDER

Dark and dreary
makes me weary

Thunder rumbles
all pep crumbles

Rain is pouring
I’m ignoring

my alarm’s
incessant
chime


And Sunday’s challenge for #OctPoWriMo day 28 was: Gifts

WHAT’S YOUR CHOICE

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There are gifts we give
and gifts we take
and gifts that we were born to use

And in each type
we find a mix
for some don’t fit us very well

Wish we could be rid
but we can’t share
the ones we must grow into

Ought to use for good
and not for ill
then we can be our best selves.

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4 thoughts on “Poetry Challenge: Part 4

  1. Pingback: World Fantasy Con, Writers Workshops, and NaNoWriMo. Oh, my! | Morgan Hazelwood: Writer In Progress

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