Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Husbands:
Equal Traits
I saw them thru rose colored glasses
I saw no faults as “Human Beings”
No less as men and husbands.
Friday, April 30, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE ( THE ENDING)
For today's prompt, write a letting go poem. The poem could be about letting go of a relationship; it could be about letting go of anger; it could be about letting go of a tree branch; or it could even be about, yes, letting go of this April challenge. There are so many things we can let go.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
The Ending
always and forever is the time
which I am in your heart
no matter where
no matter when
I am forever your girl
when I am touched by you
my heart quakes
my skin quivers
my soul is consumed with a loving feeling.
my time is not yet right
my love is not here
I am awaiting the ending
so my beginning can come
to share the feelings I posses
the warmth I have to give
and it belongs to you
for I am and will always be
forever your girl.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
APRIL 24 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (GOOD NIGHT)
4-24-2001
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Good Night
Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you
On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.
As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day
You smile
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.
For today's prompt, write an evening poem. My initial thought is that this poem would somehow involve the night, but upon further reflection, I guess it could be about evening things up or something.
Good Night
Springs' night air whispers your scent
Enticing my longing to touch you
On the back porch, you sit across from me
Behind you the orange and red of sunset
Plays with the light on your hair.
As the sunset passes into dusk
I whisper "Good Night"
To the sun's last ray of day
You smile
The evening’s darkness exhales
You are with me
And I am safe in your presence.
APRIL 24, 2010 THIRD RESPONSE (NIGHT LIGHT)
Night Light
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
Night light,
Night light:
Sit quietly within my sight.
Never knowing of the sun's plight
Having always to fight,
With the clouds’ and rains’ flight.
Seeing night light
Night light,
Always seeing of my plight,
Searching for the quiet is my fight.
For silence is the night,
And with a night light,
I am forced to write!
APRIL 24, 2010 2nd response (INKY NIGHTS)
Inky nights
I've danced on Mt Siani
under the ink black night
cursing the dawn,
and fearing being alone
for I am not the true
Sunlight
Just an illusion
A spirit in flight
Romancing my passion
And dancing with pen
for all I have are memories
Of the last dance
In the inky night
Dancing in my mind
Of Mt Siani
And you
I've danced on Mt Siani
under the ink black night
cursing the dawn,
and fearing being alone
for I am not the true
Sunlight
Just an illusion
A spirit in flight
Romancing my passion
And dancing with pen
for all I have are memories
Of the last dance
In the inky night
Dancing in my mind
Of Mt Siani
And you
Thursday, April 22, 2010
APRIL 22, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (EARTHEN CONNECTION)
For today's prompt, write an Earth poem. You can decide what an Earth poem is. Maybe it's a poem about the planet; maybe it's actually the lowercase earth (a gardening or burial poem?); maybe it's just a poem that happens on (or to) Earth; maybe it's even written in the voice of extraterrestrials (that might be fun). No matter how you decide to roll with it, have a very poetic Earth Day!
Earthen Connection
I take the pitch fork out from hibernation
It has been there, in the dark corner since last spring
Hands garbed in green and white poke-a-dotted gloves
I take the sturdy handle in my right hand
And stab it into the compose of the winter
Turning each fork-fill like pancakes on a griddle
It is an act of cleansing the soil
Worms, bugs slitter and crawl by
From my rude and unannounced calling
Now with the new clean soul, I bend to my knees
In homage, to remove any stones I have shuttled to the top
Rhythmically I make straight rows
With my hands reaching deep into the soil
Tenderly, I arrange all the vegetables in order
Placing their new born roots into the holes
Covering them with care and love of the newly cultivated soil
I wipe my brow and smudge dirt across it
My knees have been blackened with my hours of work
I am exhausted
I turn on the hose
Cool the top of my head
And sun burnt back
Turn slowly and spray my new veggie garden
The pleasure of self grown veggies, or a fresh rose,
Iris, daffodil, chamomile, mint or sage beyond my door
Allows me, my private earthen connection.
Earthen Connection
I take the pitch fork out from hibernation
It has been there, in the dark corner since last spring
Hands garbed in green and white poke-a-dotted gloves
I take the sturdy handle in my right hand
And stab it into the compose of the winter
Turning each fork-fill like pancakes on a griddle
It is an act of cleansing the soil
Worms, bugs slitter and crawl by
From my rude and unannounced calling
Now with the new clean soul, I bend to my knees
In homage, to remove any stones I have shuttled to the top
Rhythmically I make straight rows
With my hands reaching deep into the soil
Tenderly, I arrange all the vegetables in order
Placing their new born roots into the holes
Covering them with care and love of the newly cultivated soil
I wipe my brow and smudge dirt across it
My knees have been blackened with my hours of work
I am exhausted
I turn on the hose
Cool the top of my head
And sun burnt back
Turn slowly and spray my new veggie garden
The pleasure of self grown veggies, or a fresh rose,
Iris, daffodil, chamomile, mint or sage beyond my door
Allows me, my private earthen connection.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (TO REMEMBER / SHOULD I GET IN)
2010-4-20
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
To Remember
For a all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Are always within the wind's
Echo of the past
The begotten's
Never to be forgotten
Always to be remembered
For all the lost dream's
For all the begotten's
Could be's
Should be's
Would be's
And what if's
Of life
Is only for you to remember
___________________________________
Should I Get In?
If you stopped
And I got in
Could we travel?
Never to look
Back again?
To leave this
Life, which we
Have now been
Stuck in?
Could you close
This chapter?
To begin another?
Leave and not
Ever look back?
Never say it
Was I who
Took you away!
From the familiar
Comfort zone
We built together!
Would you love
Me, as I do you?
Is now, never
To be true?
If you stopped
Should I get in?
APRIL 20, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (WATCHWOMAN)
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Today is a two for Tuesday prompt. Here are the two options:
Write a looking back poem. There are a few ways to tackle this one, I guess. The narrator could be reflecting on the past or literally looking back (like over his or her shoulder).
Write a poem that doesn't look back. This poem would be kind of the opposite, I suppose. Narrator who refuses to look back or who is literally looking forward (or I suppose another option even is that the narrator is blind or something).
Of course, if anyone has an interpretation that falls outside of my suggestions, then feel free to run with them. I always encourage poets to bend the prompts to their will.
Watchwoman
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
In the quiets of
A winter storm
You may hear me
“I open to the North,
I open to the East,
I open to the South,
I open to the West,
Elements complete my circle.”
I stand and wait
Bare and naked
In winter’s storms
For the coming
For my resurrection
For mankind to understand
Peace.
Today is a two for Tuesday prompt. Here are the two options:
Write a looking back poem. There are a few ways to tackle this one, I guess. The narrator could be reflecting on the past or literally looking back (like over his or her shoulder).
Write a poem that doesn't look back. This poem would be kind of the opposite, I suppose. Narrator who refuses to look back or who is literally looking forward (or I suppose another option even is that the narrator is blind or something).
Of course, if anyone has an interpretation that falls outside of my suggestions, then feel free to run with them. I always encourage poets to bend the prompts to their will.
Watchwoman
I have sat upon
Kaatskill Falls
For a millennium
My arms searching
Reaching skywards
My roots spreading
I have become gazer
Standing testament
Of long times spent
I have witnessed
The inhales and exhales
Of countless days
I have witnessed
Mankind’s brilliance
In fortitude and defeat
I am the original
Birch Tree who
Extends her reach
I am now a grove
Of Birch Trees
Canopying the falls
I am the Sentry
Watchwoman of Earth
Anticipating my rebirth
In the quiets of
A winter storm
You may hear me
“I open to the North,
I open to the East,
I open to the South,
I open to the West,
Elements complete my circle.”
I stand and wait
Bare and naked
In winter’s storms
For the coming
For my resurrection
For mankind to understand
Peace.
Monday, April 19, 2010
APRIL 19, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (JOHN'S UNAWARE)
2010 APRIL 19
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For today's prompt, write a poem about somebody and be sure to include the person's name in the title of your poem (no reason to hide the person's identity here). Write a poem about Abraham Lincoln, Emily Dickinson, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, your next door neighbor, your child, or the person standing behind you. I guess you could even technically write a poem about yourself (just make sure you include your name in the title).
John's Unaware
I lay very still as the
Illumination of the digital clock
Swallows another minute.
I hear his breath
Begin to rumble and roar
Into that old familiar snore.
I touch the tip of his nose
Feather-like and he stirs
And again the snoring is broken
For only a short time
As I lay next to him
He knows not of my sleepless nights
I dare not move
For fear I would awaken him
He knows not of the anxiety attack
That has gripped my soul
He just snores.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a poem about somebody and be sure to include the person's name in the title of your poem (no reason to hide the person's identity here). Write a poem about Abraham Lincoln, Emily Dickinson, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi, your next door neighbor, your child, or the person standing behind you. I guess you could even technically write a poem about yourself (just make sure you include your name in the title).
John's Unaware
I lay very still as the
Illumination of the digital clock
Swallows another minute.
I hear his breath
Begin to rumble and roar
Into that old familiar snore.
I touch the tip of his nose
Feather-like and he stirs
And again the snoring is broken
For only a short time
As I lay next to him
He knows not of my sleepless nights
I dare not move
For fear I would awaken him
He knows not of the anxiety attack
That has gripped my soul
He just snores.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
APRIL 17, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND) (10,11,12,15,17 COMBINED)
2010-04-17
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For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a science poem. Science encompasses a lot, so your poem doesn't have to be scientific to still be a science poem. For instance, you could have a poem titled something like "The Science of Love," and then examine a relationship. Voila! A science poem! Of course, it'll be interesting to see how many poets talk about volcanoes and single cell organisms, not to mention finding out how many "mad scientists" are out there.
Something I'm working on
Day 10 Horror Day 11 the last blank Day 12 city Day 15 deadline poem Day 17 science
HORROR, THE LAST CITY DEADLINE FOR A SCIENTIFIC MIND
The Scientific Mind Asks?
I'm empty, but filled with these words like
Where does your mind start and your soul begin?
Music and lyrics
Crosses our souls
Reaches through time and space
To that moment.
Then we laugh, cry, or just smile
For the Moment Captured!
Do the memories of the self, produce a life?
Our fingerprints won't fade on the lives' we have touched
As she passes the waiter he spins around,
She gently stops him with her palm against his chest,
He grabbed her hand, asking
"Do you care to dance?"
She replied "only the tango, on a full moon lit night"
She smiles, he grins the moment is fades.
“Color My World” Cousin Lauren playing her flute,
Eyes closed, I am there again.
Why would it turn out to have Horror woven within it?
Many Prayers
Say as many prayers as you want,
But at 86 she's almost shinning the gates with her breath
As She sits in a medical bed in middle of my dining room
Is the home where the physical body lives?
I have landed on the island of the misfit toys.
Or the last city you lived in?
Why across the street I had a dream, and my dreams are always across the street?
Like the strobe of the cursor, lulling you to sleep past your deadline
Always seeing the same time each night 4:23AM
Or the river of life catapulting (ME /YOU)
Onto the rocky estuary before the entrance of the sea of eternity.
Is a deadline where we expire?
It appears we have a problem of some magnitude
Our dead are demanding
Will we travel faster without armor?
Yes because I have immortalized you in words
Which are memorized and taught to dissolve once they hit my tongue?
I have been told I am logorrhea, Chatty Kathy that’s me
APRIL 16, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (NOT FOGOTTEN BY GOD) (2ND RESPONSE)
2010-04-16
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Not Forgotten By God
As the sun peeks through the canopy,
A tear drop of sunlight stains the earth....
On the century old and neglected Palisade Interstate Park Cemetery
Proving they are not forgotten by God
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Not Forgotten By God
As the sun peeks through the canopy,
A tear drop of sunlight stains the earth....
On the century old and neglected Palisade Interstate Park Cemetery
Proving they are not forgotten by God
APRIL 16, 2010 POEM A DAY (RABBITS AND DEATH)
2010-04-16
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Maybe it's a little too close to tax day, but today's prompt is to write a death poem. You can write about a specific death or consider death as an idea. In the tradition of Emily Dickinson (and other poets), you could even address Death as an entity. Or you can surprise us with a different spin on the subject.
Rabbits & Death
I came across an emerald green field
And happened to fall into a hole
Where Alice's rabbit bit my ass
So I had to chase him through
This illuminating tunnel
Where the one eyed Jack,
Kissed the black Ace of Spades
And caused the sentence of disgrace
The court was held in that same field
Where I had fallen
In love with a Black Ace
And found myself sentenced
To a living death.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Maybe it's a little too close to tax day, but today's prompt is to write a death poem. You can write about a specific death or consider death as an idea. In the tradition of Emily Dickinson (and other poets), you could even address Death as an entity. Or you can surprise us with a different spin on the subject.
Rabbits & Death
I came across an emerald green field
And happened to fall into a hole
Where Alice's rabbit bit my ass
So I had to chase him through
This illuminating tunnel
Where the one eyed Jack,
Kissed the black Ace of Spades
And caused the sentence of disgrace
The court was held in that same field
Where I had fallen
In love with a Black Ace
And found myself sentenced
To a living death.
APRIL 14, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (BACK WASH ISLAND)
2010-04-14
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For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, take the phrase "(blank) Island," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. You could do a well-known island, such as "Treasure Island," "Ellis Island," or "Total Drama Island." Or you could make up the name of an island. Or you could even have a long drawn out title, such as "You'll never get me on an island" or "If I were on a deserted island."
Back Wash Island
The backwash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
Hunched over, gazing upon
The gifts the wave carries in.
I walk along the beach
In silent contemplation
Collecting the treasures
And ocean’s discards.
Peace and tranquility are the sounds
Cooing and caressing the shore.
The ocean’s natural gifts given freely,
As the back wash of the Atlantic waves
Washes over my size ten foot
As it silently cleanses my soul.
APRIL 13, 2010 POEM A DAY (HARBOR OF LOVE & LONELY SONG SUNG) "TWO FOR TUESDAY"
NOTE DAY 10 11 12 15 IS ON DAY 17
2010-04-13
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Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
2010-04-13
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
Two for Tuesday time!
Here are today's two prompts:
1. Write a love poem.
2. Write an anti-love poem.
Harbor of Love
I leave the black wrought iron gate ajar
My signal to you, if you ride by
To bring the sweetness of your love
Into the warmth of my awaiting heart
In the silence of early morn,
You come to me
Bring raw passion,
The longing desire
The fire in lust
Of our eternal love
We embrace, as if years
Have passed since our last encounter
Yet it may be only hours last we touched
Our lovemaking begins slowly, gently
Each counter acting the other's motions
Our animal needs enhancing and intensifying
As our motions quicken
Clawing and biting each other, with unquenchable desires
We collide and expel against one another
You cause me to forget to breathe
As I drown in our love
You spread my arms cross like
Pinning me down, as your rhythm is a constant flow
Making the world stop
We roll, you hold my breasts, then glide to my hips
Always keeping our movements synchronized,
Exactly hitting my internal itch
You pull at my hair as I reach one of many climaxes
Moving together with groans, heavy breathing and sweet sweat
We conclude in a furry of our shared climax
And tumble against the bed
Intertwined, satisfied, content
We dose off within the harbor of each other's arms
Knowing the outside world cannot touch us.
2010-04-13
Lonely Song, Sung
There is a lonely song
Written from deep within my soul
Where love ceases to exist
And sorrow is my only friend
Yet within this lonely song
I sing…
Of a perfect love
One to take the sorrow away
Yet as this love replaced my sorrow
It gave instead such fear
Only I am not singing of the future
I know it is only my past
Of a love for a man
Who must take control
Through fear and pain…
The love which I sing
Is now and forever lost
Which brought nothing
More than an induced nightmare
I sing my song
Of a sorrow which I befriend
So many years before
Now the love I thought is shown
Is another of fear and pain…?
Is this song of sorrow for myself,
Wanting always to be love?
Or is it the cruel world,
I am forced to live in?
All I can do is sing of sorrow,
Of a love I will not find
For each love I believe in
Only causes fear and pain.
APRIL 9, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (FREE SPIRIT)
2010-04-09
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For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours.
Free Spirit
I am the soul that belongs
To no one and everyone simultaneously
I am that being, that is
Inhaled and exhaled
As easily as all require oxygen
I am the seer of the fortune,
Like the sunken Titanic
Seeing all and giving nothing
I am the wild gypsy
Dancing with No spotlight
As the full moon hides
Behind a heavy veil of clouds
I am that free spirit
Mother always warned you about!
http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides
For today's prompt, write a self-portrait poem. Other artists study themselves to create compositions (not all of them exactly flattering either), so it is only natural that poets, who are word artists, write self-portrait poems from time to time. In fact, some poets make self-portrait poetry "their main thing." For at least today, make it yours.
Free Spirit
I am the soul that belongs
To no one and everyone simultaneously
I am that being, that is
Inhaled and exhaled
As easily as all require oxygen
I am the seer of the fortune,
Like the sunken Titanic
Seeing all and giving nothing
I am the wild gypsy
Dancing with No spotlight
As the full moon hides
Behind a heavy veil of clouds
I am that free spirit
Mother always warned you about!
APRIL 3, 2010 POEM A DAY CHALLENGE (CREATION OF SHAHENDA)
2010-04-03
For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "Partly (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and then write the poem. For instance, your poem might be titled "Partly Cloudy," "Partly Crazy," "Partly Out of Touch," or whatever.
Creation of Shahenda
I am partly the moon
From the radiance of the sun
I am partly the earth
From the quenching of the rain
I am partly the sun
From the gravitation of the Galaxy
I am partly the water
From the winds of the atmosphere
I am partly the plant
From the photosynthesis of light
I am partly the daughter
From a father unknown
I am partly the sister
From siblings of others
I am partly the wife
From the desires of other
I am partly the maid
From the needs of gaggle
I am partly the chief
From the lust of taste
I am partly the painter
From the scenes that haunt me
I am partly green
From the found object collages created
I am partly the word
From the poetry I weave
I am partly myself
From the world around me
For today's prompt, I want you to take the phrase "Partly (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make that the title of your poem, and then write the poem. For instance, your poem might be titled "Partly Cloudy," "Partly Crazy," "Partly Out of Touch," or whatever.
Creation of Shahenda
I am partly the moon
From the radiance of the sun
I am partly the earth
From the quenching of the rain
I am partly the sun
From the gravitation of the Galaxy
I am partly the water
From the winds of the atmosphere
I am partly the plant
From the photosynthesis of light
I am partly the daughter
From a father unknown
I am partly the sister
From siblings of others
I am partly the wife
From the desires of other
I am partly the maid
From the needs of gaggle
I am partly the chief
From the lust of taste
I am partly the painter
From the scenes that haunt me
I am partly green
From the found object collages created
I am partly the word
From the poetry I weave
I am partly myself
From the world around me
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