%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 More poems for Promptly Poetry |
|
Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| My heart dropped and spilled its contents on the floor, a box of unwanted memories I kept locked behind a door. Like shadows their exaggerated forms, mimed the past while they mocked me, stirred the dust up into storms. What a task to gather all the pieces to reposit, then to neatly forget all about you once back in memory’s closet. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)"  Week 50 Prompt - a locked door |
| What are the chances that a melody can bring so much to me memories of you, teaching and guiding me? What are the chances that the music of my life began on vinyl discs that you spun on the hi-fi? Secret moments when the parents were away a jigsaw spread upon the table the sibling-babysitter playing dee-jay and the forbidden beats of rock n roll were soothed by the dulcet ballads of Johnny Mathis What are the chances that we all wore silly grins and a smile still creeps across my face with the memory of you? Though time and loss separate us now I would thank you if I could And tell you that after all these years the chances are awfully good. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt/Week # 49 Write about a song you love. Ideas: Think about how the song makes you feel. Does it bring back memories for you? Does the song remind you of someone? Who? |
Change catastrophic circumstance sudden catalyst for change unwelcome and unbidden exposing fears once hidden shifting stable foundations stirring new aspirations cracking open the future Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Week 48 In celebration of the 7th day of the 7th month, write a poem with 7 lines and 7 syllables per line! You choose the topic. |
| Cupcakes and lemonade, A marching band, a big parade, A colorful banner that you made, That is not my birthday. Confetti and ribbons on the floor, Gifts and gushes of love galore, While I shout: “Give me more!” That is not my birthday, A quiet day, at home relaxing No “To Do” list, nothing taxing No one mentions the date that’s passing This is a day like any other and definitely not my birthday so don’t mention it on Facebook. Please! Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt Week 47 Image: a table with gifts set up for a party |
| The voice drones on in my ear. I am attentive, at first. The words are meaningful but grow ever more hypnotic. I become still, fearful to dislodge the airpod. My head, carefully positioned upon the pillow - that was perfectly shaped until I shifted it slightly, and now, refuses to conform. Then, once again I wake. The voice has gone and I squint at the clock It refuses to say five and displays a time starting with two. The wait for morning is agonizing. I thrash until my shoulders stop aching But my ribs tell me this bed is made of stone I think to start the lecture again alas, the battery is lifeless. I am left with only my own thoughts, the hum of the box fan, and hope in the clock. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)" Prompt/Week # 46 Write about the feelings you experience or things you notice while waiting for something. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
