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:
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, 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:
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, 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.
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
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
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
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).
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.