24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When I close my eyes
I think of a better place
I soon to be
A place I can rest
A place I soon to hold you
My mind in full power
A place I soon mumble sweet nothings in your ear
A place to hold you in my nest
A place no one can bother us
A place where we can live in peace
Where your mind can wonder and rest
Your senses can evolve in the earth
I shan’t think of no other
Since our eyes met
All I do is think of you
and your beautiful eyes
I shall rescue you soon!
I miss the sounds of him
the tuning of his soul
the softness of his voice
as he leaves for the show
the gentle way he would
draw me into him
as he would leave each
time he would have to go…
I miss laying my head on
his chest and placing my
hand there too – to feel
his heartbeat – I miss him so
Silence
the house is still
I can hear the wind
outside, blowing –
creaks and groans
of the old framework
and pops of the windows
break the solemnity of
the house
as I drift off into slumber
This hour your challenge is to write a poem about coffee . Although there is one tiny catch. You can never use the words coffee, beans, black, milky, cafe, or caffeine in this poem. You must convey the idea of coffee, of drinking it, without ever mentioning these words.
Obviously, this is a little tricky. If you want to write a first draft containing these words, go right ahead. But then you must edit them out.
The challenge of this prompt is to convey something without stating it. It is also fun to challenge one’s mind to use new and different language to describe something you encounter everyday, even if you don’t drink it yourself.
A perfect blend of hopes and dreams,
My shot of energy during the day,
My cup of opportunity in the morning
You make me feel like I can take on anything the world throws at me…
Hitting all the right notes
Oh
you are so good to me.
My day doesn’t begin without you in my system.
A cup or two to get me through the pile of workload.
You make the impossible, possible.
You are my power savior.
my eyes grow heavy
my brain slows
the pen and paper are
mocking me
IDEA! i start the next
poem – only to
scribble out those
first horrible lines…
i struggle to string the
words together…
then suddenly i start
to write!
amazingly a poem forms
in the wee hours
of light…
Laughter floats through the air.
Children’s screams of joy!
The lawn sprinkler shoots
cool water up towards the
hot, summer sun as
the kids run through!
the fireflies light up the yard
dusk falls
soft music plays as we
relax on the porch
a glass of wine
light conversation
– yes, this is a wonderful summer evening…
She escaped into her world of books.
Where the words she reads
are the same thing she needs to hear.
She finds comfort as the words blanket
her hungry heart with a cup of tea.
Reading brought her joy.
She devours story after story
in search stories to live in
-for the moment.
Reading – her only escape from reality.
Title a poem as you would start a letter with Dear “insert name here”, then go on to write a poem to the person whose name you used. That person could be real or fully imagined. The contents of the poem could contain truth or fiction, but you must keep in mind the duel nature of this poem, it is a letter as well as a poem.
Dear Nadine,
I love you with all my heart.
I appreciate you and your friendship
The times we shared -I truly cherish.
The memories we made
will always be in my heart -unforgettable.
I will never forget
how comfortable you made me feel in your presence.
And how you always had my back.
You were my true friend.
I love how we’d be able to pick things up where we left them.
Thank you for contributing towards my growth.
Thank you for being part of my life.
Times have changed
we find it hard to catch up for months on end.
I don’t harbor any hard feelings towards you.
We have sort of drifted apart,
yet I feel connected to you
with the friendship we once shared.
I wouldn’t say you’re a stranger
I still love you
and wish you the best in life.
It’s just that I never imagined our friendship
would come to this.
This space where finding the time to talk would get so difficult.
The silence between us is awkward.
I guess this is the end of the road for us.
We must part ways.
As much as I didn’t want to accept it,
I am, in this moment, writing to you.
Farewell Special one.
Use the following image to inspire your next poem.
Take me to a place in time
where I was a different person.
I don’t recognize myself in the mirror
it’s been way too long since I have felt
comfortable in my skin.
It doesn’t fit me anymore.
My mind is empty
Running dry of stimulus
it can’t keep up.
I am so afraid.
I feel trapped
I want to reach out for help.
You see me
but do you hear my cries?
I am burning in this fire of despair.
I have nowhere to run.
