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To stay creative, I was thinking that I would write and post a poem every day on the board. I would have a specific theme or word or group of words to use in the poem, different every day.
I will attempt to do it for two weeks.
The poems will be all genres, I might have a different genre each day, until I run out of the main genres.
The poems will be varying in length, depending on how much time I have and how I feel.
I want people to join me! Please, join me, it will be fun and get your brain working. If you like the theme and genre on any of the days, please post in this thread. It would be great if you could post a poem every day, but if not, that's fine, whenever you can.
I will be starting this Thursday (Aus time).
Click on the day to go to that page and read the poems.
If people want to give me a challenge by making up a theme one day that would be really good. DAY ONE:
The theme for today poem is, a bit dark. "Troubles in the mind."
EDIT: So, just to be clear, I just picked a theme and I hope to write and post a poem here on that theme, by the end of the day. I encourage others to do so too.
My mind if often troubled And as blank as my verses Poems are not limericks Or Corks for that matter Must they rhyme? I see no reason Able to duck but not quack In Tyler I trust I hope I'm not Or gay for that matter Will not overcome my mind By now you will think me troubled But not as much as I do Boo hoo Doodedoo Do
The troubles in my mind are ones I can't explain Without certain pieces, I complain about the pain But once handed that prescription, my composure I regain The only trouble with this is I never feel the same Personalities change, like people do with age My mind is the cage, I'm the rat, starving and enraged Deranged, people can't identify me anymore If you need the white oval, I got plenty plenty more Score, once I've scored, my wallet becomes piss poor Spending all this cash on different medicines galore I can't afford to waste away, dealing with this pain anymore Coz even after I pop that oval, I still feel sore The message is as clear as the crystals frozen in place Except these crystals don't melt away, they never can erase The way it tastes, the way it numbs my pale face I wish I could escape, these troubles in the mind just aren't safe
I mask my insecurities with humour, My confidence issues with wine. I cover up my low self esteem with friends, And entertainment to conceal my troubled mind.
I act stupid and foolish to get laughs, All because I don’t know how to properly interact, My mind with all its problems, Doesn’t allow me to relax.
I spend all my nights awake, Thinking about work the next day, Nothing I try helps me, The troubles in my mind just won’t go away.
I wish that for just once, I would not have to suffer, But then I see the silver lining, That every troubles makes me tougher.
A haiku (just 17 syallables, no set metric pattern):
At Work A long, hard day. Not too long now. I'm looking forward to my walk home.
EDIT: some more haiku I just came up with - all thoughts during a walk home. Just trying to slip into the mind of different characters, different situations:
Family Home This was our garden, once. I used to climb that tree. The gate was black, then.
End of the Date I'm not even listening to whatever she's saying. Too happy.
Coming Back from the Churchyard It was a lovely service. Everyone agrees She would have liked it.
Stone in My Shoe There's a stone in my shoe. A fitting end to the worst day of my life.
How Did We Die? We were holding hands. Your skin, my skin... I didn't even see the bus.
The Jubilee Line Bloody Underground. Never works. I really should buy an umbrella.
Detour Walking through the park takes longer. But some things Don't have to be shortcuts.
Relationship Issues I wonder. If I got hit by a car, right now, Would she even care?
Still Small Voice The trees whisper. Perhaps we could learn their secrets If we just listened.
Just a Blown Bulb This street-light isn't working. I pass into darkness... Then out again.
Local Knowledge Someone jumped off this bridge once. They climbed up on the ledge... And then they fell.
Self-Referential Oh, how I love my walk home. One day I'll write a haiku about it.
13 in one hour! I'll try a different form for tomorrow's theme. Thanks for starting this thread, Tommy.
I walk, run, rest, the pattern continues. Three weeks, six weeks, it’s really hard to tell. Is home a figment, of my imagination? Or is home real, a secure place to dwell.
I know it’s mostly my doing, But it’s way too late to moan, It’s hard to tell direction, The GPS is broken on my phone.
As I sit here and tell you this, Asking for your support, I can’t give much in return, But I promise not to retort.
I ask for a dollar or two, And a direction in which to head, Because being homeless is hard, No warmth, no food, no bed.
I understand if you can’t help me out, I’ve heard all the excuses before, It’s just that the walk home is never ending, I just wish for one night, to not be so sore.
the walk home tonight was different than the rest and I feel like I need to get this bit of info off my chest to be honest, there's a lot of things I need to address like the homeless man who's trigger finger nearly pressed he could have killed me, decided to let me go now I realize I cannot wander to and fro in the world today, it might not be safe in alleyways so maybe, just maybe, i should ride the subway trains and stay away from those body bags, and blood outside my veins that are much like wine, and leave permanent stains but this stain left behind won't be on a carpet because the stain would center around my heart, that's the target i got a blunt, so let's spark it maybe it'll give me a bit of light in this darkness a darkness that used to surround me on that long walk home now when i walk home, i memorize this little poem
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