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 Jan 2016
Phoenix
We had fun,
Throwing rocks at every beach we stopped at.
Kids yelling,
throwing sand.
Little baby boys screaming,
Face-planting the sand...
Beach to beach
Pebbles and stones
Into the water
Until there was one,
With rocks not for throwing,
But for stacking.
Not destroying,
But building.
EERRGGHHHHHHH I AM SO BEHIND.
Think of landmarks you know. There are the big ones, nationally known, touristy places. There are the landmarks that are more personal to us -- in our towns, in our relationships. Write a poem about landmarks, big or small. Here's a parameter you are welcome to ignore if you'd like, but if you don't, try to write this in at least 4 3-lines stanzas.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
Dear Father,
You were so great to me...
You fed me, clothed me and loved me.
You took me on bike rides and walks.
We chased the ice cream truck,
Just to get my favorite spongebob treat.
We were a team.
You chased my demons away,
only to become them.
Now we are screaming at each other,
Kicking and hitting.
You choked me,
and I couldn't breathe.
I accused you of it,
You denied it.
We don't ever talk,
and it kills me.
Can't we just swallow our pride?
Buy some band aids
And patch up our broken hearts?
I love you,
I miss you.
Sincerely,
Your Heart Broken Daughter That Needs Her Dad
I am so terribaddddd
And so, dear poets, your prompt:
Write a poem in the form of a letter about friendship gone not quite the way you wanted it to go. Friendship denied, friendship taken for granted, friendship ruptured and either mended or not, or...of course, blissful friendship. That's allowed too. It could be a letter to your wonderful or not-so-wonderful friend, real or imagined, or it could be a letter of advice about friendship.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
You made me this
This bird with broken wings
You took away my voice
And my ability to sing
Haha I skipped 12 cuz it looks a bit too complicated for my sleep deprived brain...We share our world with about 9,956 species of birds. Write a poem about birds -- their lives, their habits, the wild, the domesticated, their place in your life, what it might be like to be one, metaphors associated with birds, whatever bird-like imagining you can come up with.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
Borders
Segregation and isolation
Exclusion and division
Those who are different
Are thrown in a category
Do you have money?
Come over here.
Do you do drugs?
Go over there.
I don't even know. Write a poem about borderlands. These could be real or metaphorical, personal or global or universal or fantastical. What about when someone claims their personal space and you have to cross their borderland? What about borders between countries or cultures? What about crossing the borders between expectations? Hmm... And, in case you want a parameter, no line can be longer than three words.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
I think I love him
                                                            ­But he won't love you
He makes me so giddy
                                                           ­ He has to hate you
But he says he loves me
                                                            H­e is lying
No, he can't be
                                                            O­h, but he is
Everything is so passionate though
                                                          ­  To YOU it is
To HIM is is. He said so.
                                                            ­He thinks you are ugly
I know I am ugly
                                                            ­He thinks you are fat
No! He wants me to eat more
                                                            ­Because he needs a reason to leave.
But he hates it when I starve
                                                          ­  "You are a fat *****. Bye"
He would never call me a *****!
                                                          ­  How do you know?
Because we talk!
                                                           ­ About serious things?
No...
                                                  ­          See what I am saying?
Yeah, but--
                                                           ­ *No buts. He hates you.
Check out the colors of the year from Pantone, the people who decide such things. Here are Serenity and Rose Quartz. Write a two column poem – one for each color. Your columns could play off each other or be separate, or maybe they could be a conversation. They could read vertically only, or vertically and horizontally.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
Play ball!
It is in your court
will you aim for me
or try to trick me?
My heart is in your hands
and you need to decide what to do with it.
Write a poem around the topic of Play Ball. This could be about baseball or it could be about another sport or it could be about a more metaphorical type of ball playing. Optional parameter: write your poem in four stanzas of no more than 9 lines each (4 bases, 9 innings – baseball’s my game) or 9 stanzas of 3 lines each (9 innings, 3 outs)...and oh, you could even make that terza rima! Serious poetry chops there -- Dante would for sure give you a thumbs up. (See below for more on that rhyme scheme.
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
How to be a great tweaker

1) Go get some drugs
2) Don't take them yet
3) Go get some tweaker friends
4) Go get some snacks and take a shower
5) Put on clean clothes
6) Go to a tweaker friend
7) Give them the drugs
8) Walk over to a light post
9) Give it one dollar
10) Go eat that food
THE END.
No clue. Write a How-To poem. Write a poem instructing someone how to do something – could be something you know how to do very well (I can bake a great loaf of bread) or could be something you have no idea how to do and are working out the steps toward (Fixing a hard drive is beyond me) or it could be something completely imagined. Consider writing the poem as a series of numbered steps with no step being longer than 2 lines
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
On my way
       to recovery
              I hit bumps
                     I crossed chasms
                           I defeated my monsters
                     as they defeated me
       I took two steps forward
and three steps back
       but recovery isn't always positive.
                            I have spent my fair share
                                                              of crying
                                                   of drinking
                                                          of hating
                                                               Hating me
                                                 Hating my family
                                    Hating my decisions
                   but I can see the finish line
        There is just one more leap
             but it is my biggest.
                   Apologizing and forgiving
                                    I hope that one day
                                   soon
                                    I can do just that.
                      But until then,
I will take a water break.
Okay, this was too fun.
I just want to say: Mom, I am sorry for all the hell I have put you through and the hell that I will put you through. I love you so much.
Jason, I want to forgive, but I will never forget what has happened. I hope we can still be friends. I will never be your daughter again though. Too much has happened. But I want you walking down the isle with me. I want you to meet my boyfriend, be a grandpa and be like a dad. What you did was not being a dad. That was a monster and I know you are better than that.
Okay, now that that is over (urg) the prompt was Trails and Paths. Think about trails and paths, real and/or imagined that you have traveled or would like to travel. Imagine those trails that loom large – the Pacific Crest Trail, the Appalachian Trail, the Camino, and imagine those that loom close and personal – a path to recovery, a path to a career goal, a path to a poem, a path toward…whatever we all take paths toward. Write a poem. If you’d like a parameter, make your poem look path-like – a few words on each line perhaps; a long, skinny poem perhaps; playing with spacing
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
Macaroni and cheese,
It will never cook for me,
It is a pimple on the face of humanity

The water is too watery,
The fire is too firey
The cheese is never too cheesy

Macaroni is the goal that I can never reach
It is the bird that will not screech
I think I want some peach.

Peach cobbler
Always such a blunder…
Are you overcooked-- or under?
Write a poem about cooking or baking -- something delicious, something that didn't turn out, something burned, something better than expected, something simple, something beyond reason, a surprise, a treat, an old favorite, a brand-new dish.

I am so hungry, it isn't even funny anymore. Include at least three metaphors and/or similes in a poem no longer than 15 lines. (Keep in mind that your poem is about the creation of the dish itself.)
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
Kiss me,
love me,
Don't leave me.

Hold me tight,
Be my light,
Cuz you're so bright!
Yeah...uhh...don't ask. Just, don't. The prompt was : Write a poem about kissing or about a kiss. No word in the poem can be more than one syllable.
It isn't too late to join! You can write poetry that ***** or rocks (Or both) and you don't turn it in! info@mostpoetry.org
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
The full moon haunts me,
it only reminds me of those nights:

The nights that I would sit by my bed,
doors locked and window drapes open.
I would hold the box cutter in one hand and the codeine in the other.
The tears would roll down my face.
The screaming downstairs never stopping.

Wait.

It stopped.
Now there is sobbing and there are sirens.
But the sirens aren't for me,
they belong to the poor woman downstairs.
She obviously didn't see the icicles outside,
with their cold warnings.
Or the man on his porch,
preaching the devil to all that entered my house.

Silly girl,
the man on the moon isn't as kind as he seems.
He loves to come out for death, and death only.
Wow...this is bad...even for me...*goes and dies* I haven't been able to write poetry recently...oh well. So, here is #4 and now I must do 5-7. UGGHHHH...The prompt for this was:
Here is the painting "Moon Madness" (tempura, 1982) by Andrew Wyeth. Write a poem.
(If the image doesn't come through here, you can type 'moon madness wyeth' into Google and a bunch of images will come up.)
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
My life,
My future,
My world.

What does my future hold?
He will be there,
holding my hand
as we walk to the park.
He will be there,
meeting my mom and step-dad
for the first time.
He will be there,
cradling me
as I cry about the loss of my dad.

He will stand,
at that isle
thinking about how beautiful I am.
He will stand,
right by my bed
feeding me chicken noodle soup.
He will stand,
at the desk
and fill out paperwork to adopt our first child.

He will hold my hand,
love me as I love him,
and he WILL

be my future.
Today is technically supposed to be #4 but I forgot to do #3 so there will be two uploads today! The prompt was, and I quote, What do you imagine for your/our future? Too hot? Too cold? Too apocalyptic? Pretty much the same? Without bananas? With a true love? Without a love? With flying cars? On the planet Mars? In retirement? Pandemic? At the beach? A cure for the common cold? World peace? Too full of deviled eggs?  To join email info@mostpoetry.org and say something along the lines of "Add me to the poetry challenge please!!!!" I think you can still join! There are only 30 prompts, so spread the word fast!!
 Jan 2016
Phoenix
A Monopoly set
A rubber ducky dressed as a hockey player
A childhood in short
A bowling ball
A samurai sword
Those awkward teenage years
A master cylinder for a 1933 truck
A lava lamp
Finding your college dorm
A boxing glove
A waffle iron
Building your family
A bed and mattress
A highchair
Having a baby
A Monopoly set
A rubber ducky dressed as a hockey player
Your child's first years

Why then,
waste all that
and throw it into the Northern California rivers?
Do you want to forget the defining moments?
The ones that made you you?
I wasn't really feeling this one (sorry) The prompt was to choose 7 things from a list of items found in our North California rivers in a river clean up project in 2014

Join by emailing info@mostpoetry.org and saying "ADD ME TO THE 30 DAY CHALLENGE. Please.
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