#poetrychallenge
Each dawn, a gift arrives unseen,
a syllable, a seed, a sheen.
From __Merriam-Webster’s__ careful keep,
to __Dictionary.com’s__ bright leap.
The __New York Times__ may whisper sly,
a word to tilt the reader’s eye.
While __Vocabulary Ninja__ strikes,
with stealthy terms and sudden spikes.
And __Britannica,__ sage and grand,
extends its lexiconic hand.
But I will not decide alone,
your voices shape the daily tone.
Select the source, cast votes with care,
the one most chosen will be there.
So I will rise, each day anew,
to shape a poem from what is true:
a word, a spark, a fleeting flame,
reborn in rhythm, breath, and name.
Three hundred sixty-five small rites,
inked in mornings, sung in nights.
A lexicon becomes my stage,
each page a prayer, each hush a page.
By year’s end, a woven tome,
a dictionary turned to home.
For every word, a verse, a song,
a daily vow to carry on.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 2:12 AM UTC
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC
We always look at the moon
admiring its light
holding hands with one another
wishing upon a star
that lies around the aura of the moon's brightness
we seem to seek out
only what makes us happier
instead of appreciating
the dark side
sprinkled with inverted light
we don't appreciate
the beautiful disaster
that showed us
how to grow
with the pain
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
And after the words you’ve said
to knock me down
and cast a spear at my heart
I run back to you
as the pain
is my familiarity.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC
I am wondering if any of you out there , my Hello Poetry friend's would like to try out an idea of mine. It may especially appealing to those who have done collaborative poems. It is what I refer to as a Progressive poem. (some of you may have heard of progressive dinners, were you go to one person's house for appetizers, another person's house for main course , then someone else's for dessert.) This may appeal to someone's creative pallet without calories and be challenging and fun.
We could agree on a topic to write about and many 3 or 4 people or possibly alternate writing lines and blend it together into a beautifully creative masterpiece a beautiful blending of creative minds.
Any taker's out there on Hello Poetry to accept this Progressive Poem challenge. ( perhaps Mike Hauser or other's who have done a collaborative poem with me, or interested in doing one?) If you might consider please drop me a message on here.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
The feathers of these wings will not be plucked for your
satisfaction.
I need me.
-AL
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC