30 Poems in 30 Days 2009: Day Twenty-Nine
September 29, 2009 by J.C. Hewitt
We are near the end of this project. Most of our days are behind us and it is time for that final push to get to the finish line. Today is a good day to write poetry. Whether it is clear or raining, calm or exciting, joyful or depressing, this is a good day to write poetry. It is a good day to say what you have to say. I don’t want to get in your way. There are so many good reasons to write poetry:
- Because it makes you happy
- Because it makes you think
- Because it helps you sort through your feelings
- Because something in your brain wants to get out
- Because it is fun to rhyme
- Because you can do it almost anywhere
- Because it teaches you lessons about life
- Because it shows the world you are here
- Because it is fun to not rhyme
- Because you want to win someone’s love
- Because you want to make fun of someone or something
- Because you can keep your poems in a cool leather journal
- Because you can say whatever it is you want to say
- Because it gives you a feeling of accomplishment
- Because every day is a good day to write poetry
Today’s Poetry Prompt
Write a poem that gets shorter with each line.
Party
We lined up four tables in an imperfect right angle
Elephant bags and boxes gathered around me
A shuffle of cards and liquid Mexican flags
How many special people change
Burning but ultimately fulfilling
The music never stops
I can babble on until
It is time to float
To promise
Tomorrow
Then soon
Again
Liar
You say you love me but you did not tell me
That your love barely lasted a moment
And everything else was a lie
And when you maxed out
Our credit cards and
Left with the cash
From the bank
Love meant
Nothing.
I would have liked to have known the girl with the purple hair
The girl with the Shakespeare and Nina Hagen
With the red lipstick and Volkswagen
Intentional holes in her jeans
She her own invention
Self expression
All fiction
Faux
Lifting the Veil
Lifting the veil that clouded my vision for so many years
I gaze into the dingy dimly-lit mirror that is my life
And see long weeks of solitude ever-floating
On dismal days of emptiness and despair
Dissolving into moments of misery
And I wonder where I traveled
During this sojourn of pain
If others ever noticed
My vacant eyes or
The gaping hole
On my breast
Scorched by
Memories
Of you
.-= Jenny Miller´s last blog ..Add Your Poetry =-.
The ball is hard and fast and it smashes into me
The refs step’s slow, as do my teammates
I steal one ragged breath from nowhere, another
The game draws breath and hurries on
The wind pushes me on
Pain sings mournfully
I feel
Fine
LOLcats morning
Levi+Freya iz fatcats, greedeecats
alwiz pretends 2 b needeecats.
Hates numeat, roomeat.
Roomeat woz off
peepl sez Pew!
Levi+Freya
4 bigspew
can haz
carpet
yet.
Sorry – repost to insert 4th line:
LOLcats morning
Levi+Freya iz fatcats, greedeecats
alwiz pretends 2 b needeecats.
Hates numeat, roomeat
doezn’t smell b4 eat.
Roomeat woz off
peepl sez Pew!
Levi+Freya
4 bigspew
can haz
carpet
yet.