Category: Miscellaneous

Day 22- What is the first car you bought/drove/remember? Write a poem about it.

Some days I dream of
Buying a big red truck,
Tough and old and well-worn-in,
Ready to defeat, ready to come out on top,
It says,
“Well yes, I’ve been through some battles,
Haven’t we all?”

Some days I dream of
Buying a cute little blue car,
Small and compact and
Affordable at that,
Something quiet and sensible.

Most days I just dream of
Getting away,
Who cares what it looks like,
As long as it
Can get me out of
Here?

 

Day 21- Choose one of the poems you’ve already written and posted as part of this challenge and re-order it in some way. You could rearrange the lines or stanzas or even words in a line. Think of it as a puzzle!

Battle in progress,

(-) Innocence

(+) Growth,

= Survival.

 

Day 20- Write a narrative poem detailing a specific childhood memory.

(Sidenote before I begin: I’m trying so hard to even THINK of a childhood memory. What counts as childhood exactly, anyways? What age does that get cut off at? I’m guessing before you move into the “teen” range so probably around 11 or 12…. Hmm. Oh! Okay. I’ve got one that will suffice.)

Although I don’t recall exactly the year, it’s one day that I’ll never forget.
My mom and I, both big hockey fans,
We went to the Sabres carnival.
I think it was my first, probably 1998,
Gosh, I was so young back then.
Although I can’t seem to remember all the details,
There’s one part I won’t forget.
Standing, waiting in line to meet him,
My favorite, the greatest.
I was just a child, naturally I was nervous.
When the front of the line was mine,
I went up and he told me to sit on his lap,
(I was seven, mind you, so it was cute at the time.)
And I was nervous, but excited.
I closed my eyes,
I actually put my hands together to pray,
And in that moment, my mother snapped a photo.
Then the official photographer took our photo,
I smiled without hesitation then.
After all was said and done,
Mom and I walked away,
I was ecstatic, joyous, astounded,
I mean, I was a kid, and I had just met my hero
What else
would you
expect?

And as we walked away to our next destination,
We realized —
Oh crap!
We’d left my photo behind in the rush.
Circling back,
We got it back.
I cherish it to this day.

Day 18- Write a poem without any end rhyme, only internal rhyme.

If you ever feel alone, just pick up the phone,

Know that I’m here, don’t feel any fear,

Look up into the sky, look way, way up high,

Touch the clouds if you can, discover your wingspan,

Look around you and see, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

Jump high or jump low, there’s no place I wouldn’t go,

To help you in your time of need, one thing I lack for certain is greed,

Patience is a virtue, they say, but I’ve got plenty, if you may,

So if you’re ever in despair, just give a call and I’ll be there.

The light you see is yours alone, the love you have is all you’ve known,

The sky’s the limit, that’s for sure, and a smile is all you need to cure

The loneliness you feel inside is nothing you have to hide,

For here I am and here I’ll stay with you for just another day

Or two or three or more perhaps, I don’t care how much time will elapse.