PAD Challenge Day 26

  The Drugs Don’t Work
I took the pills
but it didn’t cure my ills
life gave me chills 
one too many thrills
your love for me spills
over and I can climb the hills
it may not pay the bills
but your love cured my ills
  April 26, 2018
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I skipped Day 25, I just was not feeling the prompt and wanted to write. This is a monorhyme poem. The end word must rhyme in every line. Once again, my love poems are not like everyone else’s. But I love my husband and I am very thankful for him. The prompt was to write about some kind of relationship.
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PAD Challenge Day 24

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    Giving In
The thought
  E X P A N D S
Inside of mE
  like a  h o l l o w  point bullet
ripping
the fortitude
       from my flesh.
Discipline 
dissolves like paper iN tHe RaIn.
Any hope for me
floats
  down
    the
      drain.
.
April 26, 2018
This is shape poetry. The prompt was to write an anti-form poem. I hope this counts. The first half of this is a line that I have been trying to use for over 2 years now. Tell me what you think, I would really like some feedback on this one!

PAD Challenge Day 23

  Crossing the Line
there are some lines our minds can’t handle crossing
some borders need high fences to keep us out
it’s natural to wander like the tiger
but you may need both claw and tooth to get out
when you cross into the wrong territory
knowing where the traps are is vital but when
you’re crossing into unknown territory
it is all guesswork and hypotheses now 
    4-26-18

 

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The prompt was to write about an action. I had written the first line in a comment on a news story that was very messed up and decided to write about crossing lines today. This is a Rispetto poem, I am really liking this form.

What do you think? Leave me a like and a comment so I know you were here!

 

PAD Challenge Day 22

  Succulent
you expect to find
cacti in the dry desert
not on the prairie
and yet here they are growing
because you grow where you’re planted
    4-26-2018
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The prompt was to write about a plant. Haiku don’t have titles, as many of you who have read that post know, so I wrote a tanka.

 

PAD Challenge Day 21

    In the Water
I stepped in before I realized that this is
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I agreed to cross a gentle river but this is
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
The mud sucks and pulls at me here in 
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
the stench of death is in the air as I slosh through
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I hoped for green or blue water, I can’t believe I got
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I can’t believe I wondered so far from home to
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
They say the alligator hides better in 
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.
I’m already wet, there’s no going back, I’m in
the black water of a swamp, not the brown of river water.

 

    4-26-2018

 

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So I felt inspired today and wrote poetry for the other days of the PAD Challenge. What did you write today? Don’t be shy! Share in the comments!
This is a chant poem. The prompt from Robert Lee Brewer was to write a danger poem.

PAD Challenge Day 20

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  The Minute I Stop…
rose that won’t bloom,
but heart that won’t stop,
I can’t stop
yet
stop can’t I
stop won’t that heart,
but, bloom won’t that rose?
    4-23-18

 

This is a palindrome or mirror poem. Click on the tags to seem similar poems, or look at the suggestions under this post. The prompt was to take a line from another poem written for this challenge and start another poem with that line. See the haiku I took the first line from HERE.

I fell behind. I just can’t write every day. I definitely can’t blog 5 days a week. I will never understand the people that do. I also don’t understand forcing yourself to do it.

PAD Challenge Day 19

  Loose Thread

 

don’t pull that
leave it be
it is fine

 

pulling on
loose threads will
reveal all

 

and we are
without flaws
stop pulling

 

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So I fell behind and catching up is going to be hard, but I am going to try. After I eat some lunch I will try to post my other poems. Sorry I missed posting a haiku yesterday – I did post a tanka today. Go to the Home page, or the Tanka category to see it.

PAD Challenge Day 18

moon through the clouds,foggy,seeing the moon through the trees,

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Inner Battle
the temptation to quit is always
there nagging at us, telling us
that we don’t really need to
stop this deadly habit
of over-eating
we don’t need to 
exercise
just give
up

 
 
Today’s prompt was to write about temptation. As you know, I do not like writing exactly what I know everyone else is going to write for a prompt. So I choose not to write about what normally comes to mind when one hears the word “temptation” and instead wrote about the kind of temptation that we give into all too often. Overeating and not exercising. This poem is a nonet. Have you been writing poetry this month?

PAD Challenge Day 17

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rose blooming,rose bud unfolding,red rose bloom,

Today we are supposed to write either a love poem or an anti-love poem. Anti-love is what I do all of the time so I thought it would be a real challenge if I wrote a love poem. But I decided to do both! I wrote an anti-love poem to get it out of my system, and then I wrote another love poem for my husband. Here are a haiku and a mirror poem, more correctly called a palindrome. It can be a tough form to write for but I wrote this one in five minutes. What do you think?

roses that won’t bloom
there was water, soil, and sunlight
but nothing grew

The rules for writing a palindrome are: 1. You must use the same words in the first half of the poem as the second half, but 2. reverse the order for the second half, and 3. use a word in the middle as a bridge from the first half to the second half of the poem.

  My Love
mine love
like red rose
it for you, bloomed
no wondering or wandering
here
wandering or wondering, no
bloomed, you for it
rose red, like love
mine

 

PAD Challenge day 16

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 Us
of the whole world you
are my other shoe
boom
very soon I knew
you would take me through
bloom
we did not need glue
we are never blue
groom

 

Today we had to write about our favorite something. Since I had said I would write love poetry this month, I wrote this for my groom. We have amazing chemistry and have never doubted that we are supposed to be together. So here’s a happy little fun poem about that for national poetry writing day 16.

 

PAD Challenge Day 15

shut door,front door,back door,door with the blinds shut,

  I am the Door

I am the tall wooden front door

you must pass through me to explore

the people inside

dirty shoes can’t hide

you’ve been eyed

off my floor

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Today’s prompt was to write a metaphor poem. I used a welsh form called clogyrnach. It is a 6 line stanza with an ab rhyme scheme. It is about how the mom is often the door to the family and we have to be careful about who we let in. 

PAD Challenge Day 14

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  Twitter News

wanting a
lazy day
waking up

open phone
read the news
feel panic

boasting men
drag our boys
off to war

 

Today’s prompt was to write a report poem. My mind immediately went to today’s news. I planned to have a fun day. I woke up to find my seeing-eye glasses nearly broke, and Twitter Moments telling me that Trump launched bombs at Syria last night and no one mentioned it to me, or in my feeds. At least I got a decent night’s sleep. I must be getting old. Instead of insisting we launch bombs and shout down any and every injustice in the world, I was perfectly content to shore up our borders and just sit here quietly, as a country. I knew so many young men who went to Iraqi and Afghanistan and came back with deep scars. I don’t want to do this again, I just don’t.

It’s not cowardice, it’s weariness. I tire of broken men and crying mothers. I tire of the loud noise of anger. I am tired of smelling violence and seeing the shudders of fear. Because war affects us all. And folks, I’m so tired of it all.