24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Time passes,
we age,
some things remain
the same,
that keeps you
tired and bored,
sometimes time
kills everything
including happiness.
I get bored
with Time,
time gets bored
when pass by,
time is no coming
back but taking
from us joy
and dreams.
๐’๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ
๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ;
๐ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ช๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ญ๐ช๐ฑ๐ด ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ณ
๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ญ๐บ
๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ข๐ช๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ง๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐จ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต
๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ช๐จ๐จ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต.
๐๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ
๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ.
Who knew babies did wonders?
Waves of tonal
arrogance crashing
at random decibels
against moments of
brilliance fighting to
surf on a plane
of cognitive acceptance
sliding brutally
from my
grasp
I trust any bee delivering pollen through my garden
and any fairy that can hold a secretย
well enough that I donโt know theyโre visiting.ย
I trust a portion to any friend who has bolstered my sobriety,ย
the awkward, heavy beast that it is.ย
And more to any family member who let me cry.
I trust a sliver of my hope to the stars,
hope theyโre too far away to lather it on their tongues as gossip.
I trust any flower that only opens itself to the moon.
I trust the moon.
But never myself.
What is Love?
HE CALLS ME
UGLY
WORTHLESS
STUPID
ASSHOLE
Why doesnโt he love me?
Heโs My DAD!
I wont carry your words forward
What is love?
I AM
STRONG
RESLIENT
AMAZING
BEAUTIFUL
What is love?
I LOVE WHO I AM MEANT TO BE
YOUR WORDS NO LONGER HURT ME
Otto Elk lived in the bayou with his mother. Beets were their favorite food.
No one could believe it when they heard he’d bought a carport.
“You don’t even have a car,” they all said to him
Otto scratched his head, reached in his pocket, and pulled out a wad of cash.He put on his jacket and went to buy a car that would fit into his carport, and to buy some ;light bulbs so iut would not be so dark.ย Otto was afraid of the dark.
when otto started the car, it backfired cinnamin which made otto’s elbow swell up and caused tremors.
You
win again as I
surrender and raise
my flag. Bring me more sopapillas!
(A four line poem is comprised of four lines with a syllabic count of 1/5/5/9.)
Spine and head, no gills,
Sated Rachnoc growing fast,
Glass shatters, expelled.
Text Prompt
“Extraordinary in Ordinary”- pick an ordinary object and make it extraordinary. You can do it by giving it some special attributes or a different background and story.
Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.
Image Prompt:
Photo by Tim Foster
HOUR 8
DRIVERโS LICENSE
โYou have to drive in the USA!โ
The mantra I heard,
when I arrived,
terrified me.
It was wintertime,
and two feet of snow in Rochester, NY.
My husband taught me to drive,
a manual transmission.
โThatโs real driving,โ he insisted.
We fought furiously.
Finally I walked home
a mile in the dark.
And called the driving school
the next day.
I failed once,
and hid in my house,
with curtains drawn.
Then I passed, but was still afraid
of the manual car we owned.
Once on an icy slope
with our two and three year olds
strapped behind,
trying not to slip and hit the car behind,
I shot out into traffic across two lanes.
Our guardian angels were employed
And there were no cars on the road.
I narrated the miracle with graphic details,
to my husband.
The next day he exchanged the manual
for an automatic.
Today I have driven many cars,
even a RV.
And yes, I did need to drive
in the USA.