Haha his is a great response 🙂
Petals pink and soft
The centre gold stamen froth
Surrounded by leaves
I should be doing study
Not writing out poetry
I’m being silly
He walked the road alone
He was not yet nearly home
Home was far away
He once met a man online
Who he thought was terribly fine
He’s beating him a chess
His game is a mess
And I can’t think of a last line
There once was a boy from dancing
Who worked very hard at his prancing
He met a girl dancer
She liked him and he her
And off they would go for a twirling
Online there lurk trolls in their holes
They can’t see all the hurt that befalls
Manners are all gone
No one puts their phone down
To see people fall down rabbit holes
I once owned a poodle named Dudeles
Whose fur looked a lot like noodles
He cost lots of money
His fur looked like honey
But he hated my poor labradoodles
I once saw a girl on a train
Who just sat and stared out at the rain
She sat there so still
It became hard to tell
Whether she’d become part of the train
One night she just couldn’t sleep
She had even tried counting sheep
But they all ran away
And ate all of her hay
Making her break down and weep
There was a child with a dilemma
They didn’t quite understand gender
It was more than a faze
It was not just a craze
They might have been both or neither
There was a silly young girl
Who fell for a girl with a curl
She knew it was pointless
Telling her would be useless
But her poor head remained in a whirl
There was a skinny old baker
Whose wife wouldn’t eat what he made her
He gave up in despair
Tried to pull out his hair
Then got a new idea and ate her
In the creek flowing out of the Hill
Lives a pixie that calls herself Jill
She has sharp little claws
Pointy teeth, deadly jaws
And makes the best bottles of swill
There once was a cow from Dover
Who would only eat four leaved clover
She suffers terrible stress
And her horns were a mess
The moon she would never jump over
There once was a boy named Matt
Who was wearing a floppy old hat
It was awfully smelly
And a bird he’d named Nelly
Had made a fine nest where she sat
This is a very good description of my brain is sometimes when only writing can stop my thoughts buzzing. I really liked this poem Stirring of the Mind.
The incessant buzz
of thoughts that shatter
thoughts that inspire
thoughts that pass unnoticed
My ideas are raw,
likely to be scorned
or laughed at.
I silence the voice.
The bees in my bonnet
they do not let me sleep
threatening an explosion
if not released.
Expression helps sanity
I am not God, but
it is nothing to be scoffed at
I have a sane voice
amidst loud, ungodly creatures.
I love the structure of this poem the link is here.
They did a great job incorporating all the different genres into one short and lovely poem Star Wars.
The fairy with purple rings
Is spreading its grey-blue wings
on the yellow orange sky
while the Sun collects its things.
The Stars emit energy waves
and the Earth below raves
about the Nocturnal Internet
for which other planets crave.
Killer Rays from aliens generate fear
They emit after donning action gear
Earthlings approach Stars for protection
Aliens come from afar, the Stars are near.
The stars approach the Moon
“You can make the Aliens swoon
with your brilliant spotless beauty
and we, to the Wind’s music croon.”
And there we tame the aliens into behaving themselves 🙂
Inspired by Dragonition at
This is great you get such a vivid sense of the place without haveing to use sight to describe it. The other senses creat a rich picture.
The heavenly aroma of herbs and grilled meat permeated my senses. The sound of cutlery touching the plates was not very pleasant though. How I wished, they invented noiseless cutlery!
I wanted to focus more on the whispers from the table behind me.
“Are you sure, this is our last meeting?”
“Yes. I think it is time to move on, and explore the world.”
“Without each other?”
“Why not? There is an ocean of opportunities beyond. Just look there…..”
The cool breeze was soothing on my flushed skin. It had crossed the mighty waves in a high tide, to reach me at this end.
I tried to slurp soundlessly on the coconut ice cream, creating new sensations on my palate. What a fool I had been to remain enslaved to the chocolate flavour, all along!
It was great to be in …….
Inspired by Dragonition at
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Don’t be shy for I won’t tell
I can keep a secret well
Whisper to me in my ear
So that only I can hear
Tell me all your secrets
Tell me all your tip bits
Don’t be afraid I won’t spill
I promise that I never will
Spread your wings and fly away
Don’t come back again today
Let your wings carry you far
Past the moon to a distant star
You’ll be safe there despite the heat
You were made for fire not sleet
Lay your egg there where it can hatch
And where it’s safe from those who snatch
Now go before I change my mind
Don’t be the last one of your kind
Below me lies the ground
I see it as I fly
Ready am I to sing as
Daylight fills the sky
I look at you and think
A person how beautiful, I love that you have flaws
Differences make beauty
We hate our own and love each others
But someone will love yours, just wait and see
They are not really flaws
I saw a ghost while driving
I was on my way to work
When I saw it and it saw me
As it drifted slowly by
I saw a ghost while walking
I was taking my dog with me
It saw us, my dog was indifferent
As he was busy decorating a tree
I saw a ghost while waiting
For the arrival of the train
I looked at it and it at me
It vanished with the first drop of rain
I saw a ghost while reading
I was sitting up in a tree
It drifted down behind me
To read my book with me
If I saw me,
What would I see?
Would it be me?
Or would it be
A reflection of
What I wanted to be?
When I see you,
What will I see?
Will I see you?
Or will it be
What you wish
For me to see?
We see us,
What do we see?
Do we see us?
Or are we self created visions?
I was feeling childish and petty
And I didn’t feel like telling
What the colours meant
They meant more than one thing
To me at least. I thought why
Should I say what they meant
Into consideration must me taken
The context and location
To know what they meant
To most they meant nothing
The colours simple pretty
And nothing by them meant
Or maybe they were telling
The people already knowing
What the combination meant
Let slip subtle signs
No one sees, OR
They pretend they HAVE
Colours, words, silences
They IGNOR or miss
THEM. The signs
That could have told
A story TOGETHER.
Be open to the words
They don’t bite
They’re WORDS aren’t they?
Or are they more
‘Do we need them?’
Bring people together
Then why not let them
We have a NEED
To explain, to categorise
All just want to belong?
Here is a responnse to one of my prompts by nombredelapluma. Please go check out their blog.
He had never been good at striking a bargain
His mother should have known
Better than to send him to market
Never know what you’re going to get
Worried, he told himself these things,
Not wanting to be a disappointment
He had coins in his bag she said should be enough
But no candy or fluff
He wasn’t smart, he told himself, a lie
But he was strong, willing to learn and try
At the markets’ edge he met a man
Who said, catch the pig, and if you can,
He’s yours to keep, but if you fail
I get your money and the pig, tip to tail
Back at home he talked to animals
So he whispered to the pig about future meals
And shook the strangers’ hand
Who oiled the pig with a grease can
The man was surprised to watch the pig
Jump into the boy’s arms…
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I got the idea for this post from Anni, her blog is Gentle Kindness and the link to her post is Writing Challenge “Alphabetical About” Yourself Poem.
Artistic in my own way
Beauty make my day
Careing about everyone
Daring to love someone
Enjoying what I’ve got
Fearing it will be hot
Growing and learning
Helping and planning
Just some about fairies
Kind of a bit awkward
Like a bear, with a sword
Makes cleaning fun
Not neccessarily for everyone
Organised in some ways
Playing netball always
Quiet and very shy
Really wish to fly
Still getting lost a lot
Trying new thing in a pot
Unsure of who I am
Very sure of some
Writing is fun for me
X finding can also be
Years since I’ve been to hospital
Zero tollerence for very little
Wave after wave in an endless cascade,
Starts to ease but can never quite fade.
A wave that washes over you day after day,
There’s nothing you can do and nothing to say.
You watch the reports but they tend to lie,
You even start, to stop trusting the sky.
It’s heat waves that keep on making you cry,
Wishing for cool is liking wishing you could fly.
Tomorrow I will clean my room,
Wash the windows and vaccume.
Pick up clothes to hang and fold,
Cleaning up makes me feel bold.
Dusting books, and sorting them,
By the authors name again.
Clearing off all the flat surfaces,
There will be more open spaces.
Get rid of things I shouldn’t keep,
Leave room to walk, work and sleep.
Words that are so interesting and new,
They make stories come out of the blue.
Words that whisper things in your ear,
You don’t understand yet what you hear.
You taste them on you tong let them roll,
And slowly fall from your lips and toll.
Words you’ve never heard before now,
Their power leaves you wondering how.
How could you have done without them before,
These words leave you wanting to learn more.
New words that make things more succinct,
They can now be used with your instinct.
I feel the need to write, come like a hunger,
Then pick up a pen but then it is no longer
There. The words they have all gone away,
I chace them, wanting for them to stay.
Then other times I feel no need to write at all,
But feel the obligation and the words just fall,
Right out of the end of my pen or from finger tips,
But creative words rarely fall from these lips.
Knowing when to write is impossible for some,
Easier for others, and to some does natural come,
It can flow free or be forced, onto the white pages,
Lasting only seconds or surviving through the ages.
I’m sick of all these feelings
Their stange confusing meanings,
Wishing fun was simple again,
And I could just pick up a pen.
But things change, don’t they,
Unexpected feelings make you pay,
Feelings you can’t, make go away,
Moments in which you wish you could stay.
Wishing you didn’t have to feel,
Wishing for, a heart of steel,
Simultaneously, not feeling enough,
Maybe you shouldn’t be so tough.
Leaving is hard when you know,
You have got nothing to show,
Nothing to remember the moment by,
Except the stars, in the night sky.
Confusion is all part of growing,
It comes from now knowing,
That you don’t fit in the boxes.
Some of the boxes are inflexible,
They make you uncomfortable,
But some have a bit of give.
The boxes, are inescapable,
Though some are very unstable,
And new ones can be made.
So don’t give up, be brave,
Find ones you’d like to save,
Or, make the new ones.
My room now resembles something vaguely functional,
A place that now feels far more manageable.
It no longer looks like a crime scene,
The floor can suddenly be seen.
My desk is clear of the piles of books,
That threatened to fall at the slightest of knocks.
But there’s still plenty to be done,
Lurking in the corners out of the sun.
When things go wrong, one after the other,
I start to wonder, why I bother.
But then, I remember the reason why,
Without the bad, good’s hard to spy.
What if I quit?
Threw a fit.
Had a day off.
Would it take off.
Would I give up,
Or is it enough,
To remember why,
My fingers fly,
Across the keys,
Thoughts of mine,
In an untidy line,
Does anyone else, see faces in wood?
Does anyone else, feel misunderstood?
Does anyone else, feel safe in bed?
Does anyone else, call spiders Fred?
Does anyone else, see dragons in clouds?
Does anyone else, feel anxious in crowds?
Does anyone else, feel safe high in a tree?
Does anyone else, or is it just me?
Sometimes it’s easier to finish everything when there’s more to do.
Sometimes it makes me feel energised to run when I’m tired.
Sometimes it’s easier to keep going when it’s harder.
When I get more done when I have less time.
When I’m tired it’s hardest to sleep.
I smile when I’m really angry.
I laugh when I’m hurt.
You may be the only mother, that I ever had,
But you are the best, don’t worry about that.
Thank you for always, being there for me,
Even when I drive you, totally crazy.
Thank you for loving me, no matter what,
I don’t know if you know, but it really means a lot.
I’ll love you back forever, we both know that is true,
I just want to tell you, just how much, I love you.
The stages of a cold,
Are something to behold.
They go a bit like this,
They start with just a sniff.
Then you have a headache,
A sore throat and an earache.
You feel completely miserable,
But noticing people are unable.
Then you suddenly feel okay,
But your nose almost runs away.
Then suddenly everyone notices,
Your sick, giving sympathy overdoses.
I’m tired of staying up late,
I’m tired of sleeping past eight.
I’m tired of uni assessments,
And ridiculous group assignments.
I’m tired of all the confusion,
I’m tired of this seclusion.
I’m tired of rushing around,
And there being too much sound.
I’m tired of missing my mates,
I’m tired of the lack of debates.
I’m tired of all the disasters,
And the ridiculously happy broadcasters.
I’m tired of living in moments,
I’m tired of missing components.
I’m tired of missing the past,
And fearing what the future will cast.
I’m sick and tired of my hair,
I’m sick of finding it everywhere.
In the shower and sink,
In my food and my drink.
In bed tangled around my toes,
On my pillow, tickling my nose.
It wont dry in the winter,
Make me hot in summer.
My pony tail slaps me in in the face,
Makes me loose my place.
Strangles me at night,
Giving me such a fright.
Tumbles all over my work,
Why does it have to be such a jerk?
I have way too much hair,
I have more than enough to share.
I love you like a sister,
And right now, I miss ya.
No I love you more than that,
I think but like, I don’t know what.
We’ve been best friend for ages,
And friends since the early stages.
‘Is she you’re sister?’ people say,
‘No,’ I smile and laugh and it’s okay.
If they looked closer they could see,
How different, you are, from me.
We laughed about it often before,
Spending time with you is never a bore.
I read your thoughts and you read mine,
We answer questions at the same time.
I didn’t realise how hard it’d be,
Not to see you, reg-u-lar-ly.
Rain drops, on a tin roof,
But they, are not real proof.
That the drought is now over,
That Australia will recover.
Politicians want to look the good guy,
No water restrictions needed, pigs might fly.
Of all the year round the best time of all,
Is winter when you want to predict the rainfall.
This usually works, when you live in Croydon,
You’ll be glad of my advice when you don’t get rained on.
When you open your door on a bright sunny morning,
Don’t be fooled, just listen to me and take my warning,
The rain will be falling in the next twelve hours,
The frogs will be happy and so will the flowers.
When you open the door and its misty and cold,
Don’t be put off, that weather won’t hold,
The sun will come out and banish the fog,
But predicting rainy mornings is like predicting a dog.