24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I am a young adult who enjoys writing. I don't make enough time nor encourage myself to write as much as I would like. I am still finding my place in the world.
Yay made it through the half marathon! I enjoyed pushing myself again as it has been awhile since I’ve really written.
My feet hit the ground in miniature earthquakes
My legs feeling both powerful and like jelly
My arms jiggle while I carry my things
My eyes shining bright with colors of the sky
My hair soft and the color of wheat
My body alive and well
Me alive and well
This one got rather short again. But only one left!!
It has been so long
No pencils used
No markers uncapped
All left to collect dust
Sketchbooks kept closed
All left till inspiration comes
Keep falling a little behind but I think I will get these last two in on time.
Early morning sighs
Soft and slow
Slipping through the curtain
Golden and light
Midmorning appears
As if from nowhere
Softness turns bright
Harsh and shining
Afternoon grunts
Too bright yet hazy
Everything blurring
Murky and lit
Evening slips in
Quietly and quickly
Soon all is dark
Heavy and cozy
I keep finding interesting words I’ve saved or that are on the dictionary. So I keep having to use them!
Some people pull away from hard things
Or avoid too much noise
Or too much light
But I turn away from you
I hide from you
Keep myself from being too close
I withdraw from what I feel
Because how could you feel the same
So I move away from you
I stay just me and watch you
I suppose this might count for prompt 20 since I was talking about moonlight.
I watch soft waves
Moving back and forth
Quiet light from the moon
Shines silver on the black waves
Everything quiet and calm
The world just small splashes
The world just silky light
Getting caught up so I can nap for a couple more hours. Already over half done!
The dreams I have lost
Make me wonder
What magic have I lost
What thoughts gone
The dreams I hold
Seem so normal
With no magic
With little special
I ended up looking back and using the prompt from hour nine. I used the words firefly, bottle, heat, treeline, and lethargy.
My body feels the season changing
The heat making me become lethargic
Wanting to slow down and enjoy the day
As the evening comes I watch the treeline
Look for a moment to be on fire
The sun setting behind them causing a blaze
Soon the sun is gone letting the fireflies shine
Drink bottles become firefly homes
Took a quick nap but I’m back at a few more prompts.
I once heard a word
It snuck into my brain
In and out like the tide
I looked for it
It haunted my thoughts
In the back of my mind
Dord a misunderstanding
Dord a ghost that slipped in
All my poems have been fairly short so far! This one was inspired by the hour 16 prompt. I don’t know that it exactly matches that prompt but I like how it turned out.
I don’t know what we could be
I don’t know what we are
I know you enter my mind
I know you make me pause
I don’t know what you think
I don’t know what I think
I know I want something
I know you could be it
I don’t know me
I don’t know you
I know me
I know you
This hour I once again found my own inspiration. My pinterst page has lots of inspiration waiting for me.
I feel myself slip
Pulled into nightshade
My mind pours from me
My body no longer mine
My thoughts rush away
As darkness enters
A clatter as a glass falls
Traces of deep red
All that is left of their drink