April PAD 30: Imagery

IMAGERY

Sometimes poetry
written too gorgeous
and too unwanted,
strung through
an obsession
with words
sounds eloquent,
but something far deeper
leaves poets believing
they deserve torture,
in the same way
attractive people teach
children to be something
called currency, but however
bankrupt your self worth
you better believe
beauty is plenty,
and that’s when its value
starts fading away.

Prompt: Write a fade away poem

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I got yesterday’s Palm Beach Post and used an article in the “Accent” pages to write this poem. I filled in some words so it could make sense, but it mostly comes from here:

I blocked out the words I didn’t want (and some words I wanted!) and then put them together in the poem above. I will be trying more of these “found” poems in the future. It’s kinda fun!

You can do it too! All you need is a newspaper article and a sharpie. Try one today!

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Today is the final day of the April Poem-A-Day/National Poetry Writing Month challenge. Although I did not write everyday, especially not on the weekends, I ended up with exactly 30 poems. I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
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April PAD 28: Laundry

LAUNDRY

Not often do I balance this basket
on my hip seeing only fabric
and thread, but I stand here,
bearing Tuesday on my shoulders
and undone dinner on my head,
realizing that the problem is
this cycle really never ends.
Because there’s barely a pause
pushing from week
to weak, the rough
cleanse only stops its muted
battery when pains, complaints,
and stains are gone.

Prompt: Write a problem poem


April PAD 27: I Can’t Stop Dreaming

THE TROUBLE IS I CAN’T STOP DREAMING

Dreams are the units of measurement
spanning to futures unattained.
Inches of hope tend to grow
as I regain my footing,
and shrink as I remain the same.
The trouble with dreams is
they don’t care what is real.
They’re my unchained
forums of wannabe ideals
absent from limitations
my generation inherited.
You point your accusations
at my stride, as if my flaws
aren’t already exhibited.
I’ll keep inviting your riots
against my progress,
for soon your righteous pride
will lead you to a sinful fall.
The trouble is I can’t stop dreaming
and I don’t mind being in trouble at all.



Prompt: Write a poem entitled “The Trouble Is __________”
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Don’t you just love how haters inspire you to do well?

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Catching up from the weekend-lapse!