October Promises

Poetry, Day Eight: Pleasure

From the tantalizing to the satisfyingly sober, have your poem convey a sense of pleasure today. Imbue it with joy, glee, and profound contentment — or, if you wish to keep it dark, write about the lack of or longing for pleasure in your life.

William Trost Richards

William Trost Richards

The Clunk of a chain

whispers, cries, please

the sweet scent of caramels

Halloween

 

The snap of a twig

the rustles of leaves

bones rattling from the behind you

Halloween

 

Shadows with cold hands

shadows with teeth

hiding behind you, above you, inside of you

Halloween

 

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Think Happy Thoughts (or) I Get It Wrong Again

Poetry, Day Five: Imperfect

We find faults in ourselves, in others, and in the world around us all the time. Today, write a poem about the imperfect nature of someone or something, whether you accept these imperfections or complain about them, try to fix them or celebrate them.

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I want to be a Nightmare and fly from head to head

I want to be the night terror where you fall and wake up dead.

I want to be the vision that makes you scream and cry.

I don’t want to be the dream  that makes you smile

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Mars or Bust

Poetry, Day Four: Journey

Today, write a poem about a journey. You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.

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They are sending me to Mars

on a Ship that won’t return

I really don’t mind

the plan seems fine

I’m going to die far away from Earth.

 

Earth is just reminder of all that used to be

Nothing is the same and everything has changed.

Who wants to live in an open Grave?

 

Earth is like a lost love

you find many years later

she’s used and worn she’s hacking up her lungs

and

she

looks

and

sounds

like a car that’s been parked to long.

 

Mars is cold and dead they claim

but I don’t believe that’s true

the ground is red sometimes the sky is blue

Mars can kill you in a breath.

 

They are sending me to Mars

and I will never return to Earth

the plan seems fine

I don’t mind

dying far away from Earth.

 

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Ode To A Drowning

Poetry, Day Three: Friend

Whether it’s about a time they saved your life or a moment when they disappointed you, write today’s poem about a friend: a person, an animal, or even a fictional character that’s close to your heart. You could also address a group of people, or an object that represents friendship for you.

 

Paul Klee
Paul Klee

 

The boat we sank was old

trusty, rusty and worn

We took her out, we cut her deep

and we let her sink alone

 

One of us could have turned back

and stayed with her until her end

One of us could have watched her drown

but we closed our eyes instead

 

When the mist crawls from the Sea

and visits us in our sleep

We tell ourselves it was all dream

dawn will set us free

 

But the Sea was real

and she did drown

and we all watched her die

We stood safe, we closed our eyes

and denied our heartless deed.

 

This is our punishment, our endless nightmare now:

 

Our eyes will never open

We will never leave that shore

We will always exist  in that moment

when we let our friend sink alone.

 
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Muscle Over Bone

Poetry, Day Two: Face

For today’s poem, take a single face you know as your point of departure. It doesn’t even have to be a real-life, flesh-and-blood face you’re writing about. Faces are everywhere in the texture of our daily lives: from portraits in the museum to the banknotes in our wallets, and from billboards and street art to online profile pictures.

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What we are is wrapped in skin

muscle over bone

We are our words we are our deeds

not

muscle over  bone

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Vilhelm Hammershoi

We hide behind our faces

our lips, our eyes our tongue

We are guarded, masked,  hidden

by muscle over bone

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Wanted For Questioning

Poetry, Day One: Water

Let’s get started with the essentials: today, write a poem about water.

Emily Carr

-Emily Carr

On my lips

against my skin

Cool, soft, inviting

Water

Up to my chin

over my face

silencing my screams

Water

It whispers

it creeps

it wiped away my footsteps

and

every trace

that I was once  here

Water

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-Methane Lake on Titan