NaPM, April 29, 2020
#1
Everyone is welcome to play.  Also, the prompts are always open so anyone can add a poem to them at any time.   Thumbsup


Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month, have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.


Topic:  Write a sonnet.  (If you prefer not to write a sonnet, a different type of form poem can be substituted.)

Form: sonnet 
Line requirements: 14
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#2
Hunger, Games, and the Blood of Children

This hunger hollows like a sounding drum
with empty bellies gathered on a train
not by starvation will we now succumb
applause resounds as each of us is slain.

Like mice, they bait the trap. We’re cut in half.
I perch above the carnage with the jays,
watch you circle, fire to your chaff,
unleash the swarm, the stings of your malaise.

Yet now I stand alone though we are two
as tiny murder rolls upon my tongue
a taste of night to sleep without rescue
a harmony now broken and unsung.

I’m numb to your acclaim and cruel disdain
Though we would shed the blood, you bear the stain.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#3
(04-30-2020, 03:15 AM)Todd Wrote:  Hunger, Games, and the Blood of Children

This hunger hollows like a sounding drum
with empty bellies gathered on a train
not by starvation will we now succumb
applause resounds as each of us is slain.

Like mice, they bait the trap. We’re cut in half.
I perch above the carnage with the jays,
watch you circle, fire to your chaff,
unleash the swarm, the stings of your malaise.

Yet now I stand alone though we are two
as tiny murder rolls upon my tongue
a taste of night to sleep without rescue
a harmony now broken and unsung.

I’m numb to your acclaim and cruel disdain
Though we would shed the blood, you bear the stain.
Beautiful, poignant, interesting.
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#4
The bigger picture

A biting breeze spread blossom confetti
as I skimmed the surface of the lake
with pebbles, from the edge of a jetty,
each dip flicked colour from a deep opaque.

As silent as smoke trails that drift and fade,
a Grey Heron steps into the shallows,
we watch each other, still and unafraid,
he stoops to take a sip and I swallow.

Air brakes hiss snapping calm into chaos,
camera ants march down the steep grass bank
then spread out around the shoreline's pathos,
I worry as they stomp on weathered planks.

Two sharp blasts and the steamer arrives,
its paddles churn and the clicking subsides.

@ Todd, Wow

"as tiny murder rolls upon my tongue
a taste of night to sleep without rescue
a harmony now broken and unsung."

If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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#5
To His Small Guest


O little one who yearns to nestle near
my heart, we have in common ignorance:
I don’t know every step your tiny dance
will take, but you know nothing either, dear.

You’d leave me breathless, choking with a fear
that your impulsive growth will by mischance
shut off my life - but that would not enhance
your own:  its spread would end when you appear.

Let’s make a pact, you thoughtless, faithless one
who trysts promiscuously with each you touch:
strike young and fair as lightly as you can,
and women less, and those whose breath the Sun
has seared.  Then you may bloom and die in such
a lodging as this old, forgotten man.
feedback award Non-practicing atheist
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#6
In Spirit of this Nonsense, I Take Custody of You

Listen to my words dear child now as an adult
You have come to rid of my soul from all evil,
I shall try to rid you of yours as my eyes bawl,
And where your soul should soar through skies.
Where it is hidden in your eyes, where is it really?
I hope it is in your eyes surely, you know why,
Because it is the truth I must seek the why first,
I have alot of questions to know my child.
Like why you have to take it where it hurts!
And if you know where the hours have gone by,
So you can tell me whether I have been foolish,
In loving you even though I do not know why.
Because you have dismissed me through all else
In the wake of this nightmare I have dealt.
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