Five Haikus

NaPoWriMo Day 18 Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.

Five Haikus

I. just drop everything
take a deep and solemn breath
relax find your strength

II. it is essential
to strengthen your inner core
this balances you

III. close your eyes inhale
count one to ten hold your breath
eyes open exhale

IV. find your inner self
meditate as you relax
journey with your soul

V. the power is you
the courage is within you
search and go for it

Also for Sadje’s WDYS (https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/04/18/what-do-you-see-130-18-april-2022/)

You

You

You are my best metaphor and my beautiful irony.

Are you ready to help me write my next best poetry?

The creativity you have is what fills in the void in my mind.

Love me or hate me, but i sure you know we’re perfectly imperfect together.

Of all the poems i wrote, i love the ones i wrote with you that’s sure.

My rhythm and my rhyme, my meters, and my syllable counts make sense with you.

Life is indeed filled with perfect harmony and joyous melody when spent with you.

I will love you forever, i promise i…

Swear

NaPoWriMo day 6 prompt

write a poem in which the first words of each line, read together, reproduce a treasured line of poetry. you could even try using a newspaper headline or something from a magazine article. .

Strength (A Decima)

poetrybymich💛💥💫 its day 3 of Na/GloPoWriMo Scavenger Hunt. Let’s write a “Decima Poem” on the theme of muscular strenght ..

Strength (A Decima)

your muscular built is taken as strength
the power of your arms could lift and hold
anything because you are strong and bold
you are without a doubt in perfect length
any man would be envious ’till the end
what makes you weak what makes you tweak a bit
no one knows nobody could tell what’s it
’til that fateful night i took off and snatched
the bandage then you screamed like you were botched
what makes you weak i know in just a wink

NaPoWriMo Scavenger Hunt #3

Let’s look at the poetic form known as decima. There are various versions of it, but we’ll start with the basic- It is a 10-liner in the following rhyme pattern:

A
B
B
A
A
C
C
D
D
C

For Val’s Scavenger Hunt #3
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/

I Remember (A Cascade Poem)

poetrybymich 💛💫💥its day 2 of NaPoWriMo Scavenger hunt…let’s write a “cascade poem” today with a theme on looking back the first time we fell in love..

I Remember (A Cascade Poem)

i remember how ’twas when we first met
a lingering smile from a not so distant sight
there were butterflies in my stomach for the first time.

your thoughtful gaze what i adore the most
your straightforward confident look i couldn’t forget
i remember how ’twas when we first met.

my world stopped, my heart skipped a beat
and i couldn’t take my eyes off you so a kept
a lingering smile from a not so distant sight

your voice, oh! your voice ’twas a soothing lullaby
and i was a like a newborn baby enjoying taking solace
there were butterflies in my stomach for the first time.

NaPoWriMo Scavenger Hunt #2

Cascade

Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The poem does not have any rhyme scheme; therefore, the layout is simple. Say the first verse has three lines. Line one of verse one becomes the last line of verse two. To follow in suit, the second line of verse one becomes the last line of verse three. The third line of verse one now becomes the last line of verse four, the last stanza of the poem. See the structure example below:

a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C

For Val’s Scavenger Hunt #2
https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2022/03/30/looking-forward-to-poetry-month/

Empower (Bob & Wheel Poetry)

poetrybymich 💫💥💛 Happy 1st day of Na/GloPoWriMo my dear poet friends. let me introduce you to a “Bob & Wheel Poetry”, using the theme on empowered women..happy writing🖋🖋🖋

Empower (A Bob & Wheel Poetry)

not because
you are assigned the head
man; provides, delegates
gives you the right to hurt
women; humiliate us

head, indeed
responsibility
not a right to degrade
control, manipulate
only because you lead

not ever
will you hurt me i vow
you don’t have the power
over me sure i know
dignified, empower

Bob and Wheel Poetry:

1.Quintain (or five-line) stanza or poem
2.Rhyme scheme of ababa
3.First line of two to three syllables
4.Lines two through five have six syllables per line

It has been said many times and by many that men are the head of the family, responsible for the organization and care. Women on the other hand are expected to serve as the “light of the family”; takes care of the family’s needs by cooking, cleaning the house, doing the laundry, and god knows what else. Although i must say there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a homemaker, however, for some and in some culture men tend to “overdo” this responsibiltiy and take it as a reason to manipulate (whether intentional or not) the women. Simply because he works, he provides, he earns thus he is the only authority and the only one in command and power of the household.

For Val’s Scavenger Hunt #1

For Reena’s Exploration Challenge:

Ethics is knowing the difference between what you have a right to do, and what is right to do.” Peter Stewart

When Love Is True

when love is true, it endures time passing by
even years won’t make you forget
it only grows, better and grander
but it never dies

yes, even after all the twists and turns
the crazy crossroads and junctions
the days, and weeks, and months and even years apart
we keep coming back to the day, the very same day
we held hands for the first time and kissed our first kiss

so, I guess it’s really you and me
for why else would the universe conspire
for our stars to collide, hitting the same spot
side by side, all this time? with a chance to whisper
to each other love, in a language, many would not understand,
only hearts like ours, hearts that love all this time

then, in the stillness of the night, we partake in the same love
a love that is quiet, serene, peaceful, and in perfect solitude
after all, that is the love we shared, embedded somewhere
in between our demanding, challenging, and perplexing lives
in which we find respite, as we lay in bed and close our eyes

for, our love is as quiet as the deep blue sea,
as resilient as the big, huge waves, that keep coming back
to the uncertainties and ambiguities of the ocean so wide
our love is patient and gentle and brings forth
kindness and joy to people around us

our love never ends, while everything else has faded out,
rusted away, been eaten up, our love sustained.

NaPoWriMo Day 30

National Poetry Month is over, and I wanna thank you all for reading, commenting, and leaving a heart to all of my poems for the past 30 days.
It was a wonderful month-long daily poetry writing and I had a blast.

Thank you all so much and until next year…

A Mother As She Weeps

I am mocked for my pain,

as I wait, wait for your return

I waited and waited

and I almost believed I’d wait for eternity

the kind of pain that blew a hole in my heart

the indifference I never imagined I’d feel

but I did.

I longed for a delicate, affectionate daughter

not really by kinship, but I was defeated

defeated for so long

how much longer can a mother like me

lament over a mournful, distance I don’t deserve?

distance not measured by numbers or Mathematics say, kilometers

but by the distance of heart, and distance of soul

I longed dearly as I dip, into a great detailed plunge of yearning

I lost my hope, lost it, almost,

but never.

I cry, in joyful tears

ecstatic, thrilled, blissful

of your return

NaPoWriMo Day 29

1.    https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-nine-7/

2.    For Val’s NPM scavenger hunt prompt #12 – Use the following words in a poem: delicate, daughter, detail, defeated, daily, and dip. 

Why Can’t It Be?

Why Can’t It Be?

why?

why can’t it be?

why can’t we meet

somewhere in the horizon

where the earth and the sky delightedly unite

or, in between the colors of the rainbow

and far beyond the clouds?

even just a little bit under the sky?

why?

just why?

i’ll wait for you with all my warmth and brilliance

smiling upward at heavens, knowing  that

in the honeyed light of the evening, you will be there

blossoming like as a flower blossomed against the pure sunlight

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

i only hope that you too

will wait for me, as you affectionately welcome

the burning hue of the sunset, suggesting the impending night

where you, with all your glory, shines in luster, and  in gleam

please wait, I beg of you, wait,  I supplicate

but, why?

just why?

why can’t it be?

why can’t there be a resting place,

a rendezvous, where we can hold each other

longer, passionately, fervently, ardently

and maybe, just maybe, kiss,

our first kiss

but, why?

just why?

why are we

two star – crossed lovers?

  • says the Sun to the moon-

NaPowriMo Day 28

Our prompt today (optional, as always), is to write a poem that poses a series of questions. The questions could be a mix of the serious (“What is the meaning of life?”) and humorous (“What’s the deal with cats knocking things off tables?”), the interruptive (“Could you repeat that?”) and the conversational (“Are those peanuts? Can I have some?”). You can choose to answer them – or just let the questions keep building up, creating a poem that asks the reader to come up with their own answer(s).

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

That Summer (A Flash Fiction)

The mango appendages now bent like those of a Christmas tree. She wished its Christmas, for every Christmas they say “wish and it will be granted”.

No, it was not Christmas.

Summer.

 Yet a renewed gust chilled her skin.

“Marc,” she whispered. “Speak to me, for heaven’s sake, speak to me Marc.”

But he did not.

All she could hear was inhaling and gasping. She put a hand to her mouth. She thought she might scream but nothing came out of her mouth.

Fear of the unknown, she kept quiet. The numbness of her hand glued her lips shut.


And, yes, the shame. That silenced her, too.

What happened up there in the small room was memorable yet very heartbreaking.

No one said a word.

No one dared to.

She could only wish for Christmas – a Christmas miracle.

NaPoWriMo Day 27

For kate Friday Fun

https://aroused.blog/2021/04/24/friday-fun-bent/

How Will I Love You? (parody – How Do I Love Thee?)

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning – 1806-1861

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

How Will I Love You?

How will I love you? Let me check your bank account

I will love you with the amount of cash you can give

My shopping spree could ever greatly achieve

For when I purchase a Gucci or Prada, my heart warms

I will love you to the depths and levels of the amount

Your master card or visa can accommodate

Stacking on some freebies and anything in-store at stake

I will love you then, I swear my dear with all my charm

I will love you with the price tag

Of my designer clothes and luxury clothes

I will love you with the amount of my branded bag

With my favorite brands in mind, I will love you so hard

With all my smiles, my tears, and all my life, and if I am to choose

I shall but love you, eternally even after I have used your master card

NaPoWriMo Day 26

And now for our (optional) prompt. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a parody. Besides being fun, writing parodies can be a great way to hone your poetic skills – particularly your sense of rhyme and sound, as you try to mimic the form of an existing poem while changing the content. Just find a poem – or a song – that has always annoyed you, and write an altered, silly version of it. Or, alternatively, find a poem with a very particular rhyme scheme or form, and use that scheme/form as the basis for a poem that mocks something else.