Poems for year 4 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024. |
Sun Must be terrible to be a sun to spend all that time collecting dust spinning in space and sucking in matter having the gravity to squeeze one’s soul totting up numbers astronomical getting hot in the face with all that care setting the spark to the burdened heart and bursting into life and light incandescent and bright with hope calling the children to gather round weaving your stories of orbit and round caressing the dark with infinite light aflame with creation and conflagration and then in the height of blazing existence to know that you’re just another pinprick insignificant star in a cast innumerable. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 42 2024 Prompt: Sun. |
Dreams He’s moving on the dream seller packing up his wares taking down his stall stacking the hopes and wishes rolling up adventures corralling the monsters hitching the unicorns elf and fairy remainders sold in knockdown clusters free dragon with every damsel nightmares all sold out flying dreams are tethered riches cashed and banked old friends folded away and mothballed to be safe and with his last goodbye he’s waiting at the door to claim the morning loaned you won’t be needing now. Line count: 20 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, week 41 2024 Prompt: Dreams. |
A Green and Pleasant Land Now reduced again to the simple cloak, Unadorned with gold and silver filigree, Plain cloth now fitting to our late degree, Yet worn with memories of older folk, Both ancient Greek and those with hearts of oak. Let’s not forget the years of jubilee, Once South Sea washed but now in cold North Sea, The gentle land beneath the Norman yoke. Let greatness stand as does the Parthenon, For Greek reminder of heritance fine, No shame be borne as is for Babylon, Since freedom reigned when it became the time, And glory’s rags dispersed both here and yon, The bells of war no longer for us chime. Line count: 14 Form: Petrarchan sonnet - an eight-line stanza (octave) rhyming ABBAABBA, and a six-line stanza (sestet) rhyming CDCDCD or CDECDE. For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 40 2024 Prompt: None. |
Evening Golden glory a furnace in the sky the sun sets in molten incandescence its blazing liquid ore radiant in flow across the sky aflame as burning light the red hot land and coal dark trees in fury’s fires ablaze with sullen wrath while still the silent waters reflect in rose a dream of petal paint and power in pink here the bamboo bridge in blackened shade breaks the bond of bank and stream and night climbs stealthy with inky cloak to draw its veiled hand upon the dying day. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 39 2024 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Cat Show me your stripes and I can see your cat you don’t have to gripe to communicate that. Leatherette armchairs temptation to them no matter your care they’re shredded to hem. Though kitten will flay you so soft and so pretty forgiveness is true for your darling kitty. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 38 2024 Prompt: Stripes. |
Faith 2 Faith takes no heed of setback the wandering trail of life she keeps her gaze on the target and shuns all feelings of strife It’s true that Hope is her sister and dresses in similar style but Faith cares not for appearance and faces her fate without guile For the journey she ever is ready she turns not a moment away her friends rely on her vision and know she’ll not lead them astray. Line count: 12 Rhyming scheme: abcb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 37 2024 Prompt: Faith. |
What’s in a Name? Zanzibar! Shangri-La! Coromandel, Samarkand and Ultima Thule, the names drip like honey, sparkled with bright jewels from our lips, enchanted sounds that weave such magic in stories bold and romances high and tragic. Mandalay and Cathay! Line count: 8 Form: Tigerjade; syllables 3,3,12,12,12,12,3,3; rhymed aabbccdd For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 36, 2024 Prompt: None. |
Doors Able was I ere I saw Elba, across the sea from Corsica, my captors forcing a humiliation on me. An emperor I was, held Europe to the last, but downfall clouds the past, no longer am I free. And I who owned a palace am taken now with malice and judgement oh so callous unto the house you see. So low am I become that still I count my crumbs, my house may be a slum but two doors to my glee. Line count: 16 Rhymed aaab cccb dddb eeeb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 35 2024 Prompt: As per illustration. Note: I guessed at the location of the house, fairly sure that it would turn out to be Mediterranean. Italy suggested itself, then Portugal, and finally the island of Elba. Which was the first exile chosen for Napoleon after his initial defeat. The first line is a famous palindrome, supposedly reflecting Napoleon’s thoughts while on the island. |
Hope Do I know you, Hope, though toward you I grope? So often you’re courted while I’m mostly thwarted. And I’m Doubting Thomas, afraid of the promise, sometimes anointed to be disappointed. Though I know that it’s you that rescues a few, and I look for your light in the darkest of nights, the pain is still greater when sooner or later comes the end of the rope in the sad death of Hope. Line count: 16 Rhymed couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 34, 2024 Prompt: Hope. |
The Shadow The Shadow knows or so it goes dark deeds afoot as black as soot. He takes the night beyond our sight effects his schemes while we’re in dreams. Only the morn reluctant dawn brings light of day to Shadow’s play. And so we muse on paltry clues to evil done where Shadow’s run. Line count: 16 Form: Four quatrains rhymed aabb, four syllables per line For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 33 2024 Prompt: Shadow. |