Deadlines for Writers poem #10 for 2025 is due today. Acrostic Poems don't seem like a legitimate poetry form to me, but that was the assignment, so this is what I submitted to the group.
Gotta
Remember
milk;
Oh,
and
Can’t
forget
Eggs,
Rice,
and
Yummy
yogurt!
Let’s
see now…
I
think I’m armed.
So…..into
the
Trenches
I go!
The Ninth poem (the prompt was "measured") is due today. I submitted a double Cinquain. The American cinquain is an unrhymed, five-line poetic form defined by the number of syllables in each line—the first line has two syllables, the second has four, the third six, the fourth eight, and the fifth two (2-4-6-8-2). They are typically written using iambs.
One life
Don’t waste time with
Was yesterday the best?
Will tomorrow fulfill my dreams?
Tick Tock.
Today!
‘Time’ doesn’t pass.
We ourselves pass through time.
Be fully present for each “tick.”
Spend time!
Poem #8 in the Deadlines for Writers group is due today. The prompt is "treasure." I pushed the deadline to the last minute this time and just finished a first and only draft.
My Treasure
In the quiet early morning
I close my eyes to the flashing lights of Now
And my ears to the cacophony of Hurry.
The clouds above me drift apart, and I see the stars shining
behind.
Alone now, I gather the treasures of my life close for
comfort and courage.
Opening my box of treasures,
I consider, and rejoice in the largest diamond therein: the presence
of God -
His grace, His faithfulness, His guidance, His Truth.
His Magnificent creation!
Oh! The beauty I’ve treasured!
The daily resurrection from a good night’s sleep.
The sun, brightly welcoming me to each new day and dazzling me
with a display of ever-changing colors to celebrate the day’s ending.
Sand between my toes and the kiss of the waves upon the
beach.
Crisp breezes on my face as I tread a wooded path alone.
The rustle of leaves as walk the shoreline in harmonious
company.
I gently lift the memory of the relationships that made and
make me.
My hands trace the many facets of this precious jewel.
Long-ago reprimands and guidance from loving parents.
Lifetime support and companionship of brothers and sisters.
Long and laughter-filled family dinners – Oh, the joy!
Real conversation with receptive and insightful companions.
A smile received in payment for appreciation.
Little arms around my neck.
Strong arms around my back.
A loving touch on my shoulder.
Affirmations of understanding and connection.
I reverently touch the jewel of Purpose and Creativity.
Each facet of the gem reflects the light of the Great
Creator.
Sharing the joy and purpose of my being with words, with
colors.
Starting on a new creative project.
Learning something new.
Mixing the perfect color.
Finding just the right word.
Searching for voids to fill, needs to supply, hearts to
join.
I close my box and greet the new day.
I have a God to serve,
Hearts and souls to nurture.
I have lessons to learn,
Visions to paint,
Words to compile,
I have voids to fill,
Needs to supply,
Hearts to join.
I have life to live.
Poem #7 for 2025 was due yesterday in the Deadlines for Writers writing group. I submitted a very incomplete and unified poem via my phone since I was not at home during the 24-hour submission deadline. I would welcome any suggestions to unify the thoughts contained in this one. The prompt was "A Song." I submitted this:
When life plays a joyful song, dance!
Change the key when you must, but create
With drumming in your heart, take a chance!
Sing a song to praise the life He gave.
Prayer, in essence, is a sacred song.
Exulting in a truth from heaven wrung.
So celebrate life’s journey clear and strong.
Never let your song remain unsung.
Here's my 202506 entry in the Deadlines for Writers Poetry Group using the prompt "like." It's a simple 4X4 rhyming ditty.
Behind every “like” on your media page
Is a purpose, apparent or not.
Is the like for the content of the message you shared
Or simply a way to say you’ve been got?
Did he like the picture, the message, the theme?
Did she like what the commenters said?
I like you, I hear you, I support you, my friend.
Let’s raise our shared past from the dead?
I agree with your political point, my friend.
My like might sway some to our point of view.
My “like” is a bullet I can fire at will
In the culture wars we’ve been conscripted into.
A like is not simply a like these days
It can be many things in addition.
Enjoy the likes you get on your post,
And consider the liker’s intention.
The fifth poem for 2025 is due today. The prompt is "hollow." I wrote a Tanka inspired by a quote by Craig D. Lounsbrough.
Though I feign fullness,
I sit at the world’s table.
Achingly hollow.
Fulfillment is only found
Kneeling at the feet of God.
The 4th poem of 2025 is due today. The assignment was to write a Triolet.
A Triolet:
Has 8 lines.
Each line has 8 syllables.
The 1st line recurs as the 4th and 7th.
The 2nd line recurs as the 8th.
The rhyme pattern is abaaabab.
Here is the poem I submitted.
The world needs you just as you are!
Get in the game – ready or not.
The night wants some shine? Be a star.
The world needs you just as you are!
Your song can’t be heard from afar?
Just hum if a hum’s all you’ve got.
The world needs you just as you are!
Get in the game – ready or not.
