Poem–“First Time Rock Star”

A piece of white blue lined notebook paper with a shimmer of rainbow crossing it.You’re almost done with terrible poetry for National Poetry Month. Feel the burn!

Last year’s Day 19 theme was a persona poem. My understanding was to write a poem from a particular person’s point of view.

I ended up doing a simple abab rhyming quatrain from the POV of a friend of mine playing his first show after joining a band. He said it helped his stage fright that the lights were bright enough he couldn’t see the audience.

First Time Rock Star

I can’t see the audience beyond the lights,
which I think works in my favor.
Can’t get dizzy if I don’t see the heights.
So, I’m left with the feeling to savor.

Poem–“Take a Chance”

A piece of white blue lined notebook paper with a shimmer of rainbow crossing it.We’re at the half-way point of terrible poetry for National Poetry Month. Way to hang in there! You can do it!

This was last year’s Day 12 theme, a risky poem. It could be about taking a risk or avoiding a risk or being risky. Anything involving or about risk. I decided to write a poem about falling in love because what’s a bigger risk than that?

This poetic form is a chant, which requires a repeated line.

Take a Chance

Your heart is delicate, but it’s not made of glass.
What do you have to lose?

Just think of your balls. They’re made of brass.
What do you have to lose?

The height is an illusion. It only feels too tall.
What do you have to lose?

No matter what you think, you’ll survive the fall.
What do you have to lose?

Poem–“Tension”

A piece of white blue lined notebook paper with a shimmer of rainbow crossing it.National Poetry Month and the terrible poetry continues!

Last year’s Day 7 theme was tense. This could be tense situations or muscle conditions or verb presentations.

I decided to use a little free verse to write about the meaning I was most familiar with.

Tension

It’s an invisible wire
pulling on points
so subtly that
when the wire

releases

muscles fall like
marionette limbs,
and in the relief
you realize that
all this time
you weren’t ready.
You were just

tense.

Poem–“Daylight Savings Swindle”

A piece of white blue lined notebook paper with a shimmer of rainbow crossing it.It’s National Poetry Month, which means the return of weekly terrible poetry.

This year’s selection of poems were written last year during the National Poetry Month Poem-a-Day challenge. So, let’s kick it off with last year’s Day Three theme, a short poem. The poem could be short, but the poem could also be about something short or being short on something.

Here’s a short free verse poem about how I am always short on time.

Daylight Savings Swindle

Time
is a con
by Big Clock
to sell minutes
at prices I
can’t afford. That’s
why I’m so
short on
time.

Poem–“Mating Ritual”

It’s the last day of National Poetry Month! You made it! The torture is over!

With this last poem.

The final poem featured from the November Poem-a-Day Challenge comes from the theme Disguise. I admit to playing fast and loose with this theme, but you have to admit that my free verse isn’t wrong.

Mating Ritual

I pluck hairs
from my face
to hide that
I’m a mammal.
Men don’t date
within their species.

Poem–“Frayed”

We’re almost through National Poetry Month. You guys are such sports.

The theme of this poem from the November Poem-a-Day Challenge was Nerves. A fitting theme at the time because my nerves were, well, frayed.

This poetic form is called a nonce. It’s a poetic form created by a poet for one time use. The rules of this particular nonce is three words a line and nine lines for the poem. Easy peasy.

Frayed

going too fast
on black roads
shiny and wet
glaring like ice
hit the brakes
expect to slide
hope to stop
before I skid
thru the light

Poem–“Careless Syllables”

Good news! You’re half-way through National Poetry Month and my poetic torture. Our half-way point poem from the November Poem-a-Day Challenge features the theme…Poetic Form. Write a poem in a poetic form. Hey! I’ve been studying for this one for months!

Many of the poems I wrote during November were done using scraps of ideas that I’d jotted down. This is one of them. I just crammed that idea into a tricube.

Careless Syllables

I’ve said things
that dug scars
in soft skin

used too much
teeth on a
tender spot

but for me
it was just
a Tuesday

Poem–“Rube Goldberg Revisited”

National Poetry Month torture continues with our second poem of the month, which was written on the 22nd day of the November Poem-a-Day challenge. The theme for that day was Machine, so I wrote about the kind of machine I could really use.

This poem is a stornello, which has fast become a favorite form. I have no idea why I like everything lower case in my stornellos, but we’re just going to flow with it.

Rube Goldberg Revisited

i need a machine to make my life easy
the difficulty level makes me queasy
a fan-like device should make it all breezy

Poem–“Hot Flashes”

I regret to inform you that it is once again April, and April means National Poetry Month.

This year’s selections all come from the Writer’s Digest November Poem-a-Day challenge. Every day in November, participants were given a theme and best wishes to write a poem. Eleven of the poems I wrote that month were put into a chapbook at the end of the challenge and submitted for funsies. That leaves nineteen poems with nothing better to do.

Let’s get started, shall we?

The first poem of the month features the theme Fire/Ice, and it’s written in my default free verse.

I’m easing you in, kiddos.

Hot Flashes

ice in my veins
fire on my skin
freezing hot
burning cold
maybe it’s love
maybe it’s menopause