Day 30’s prompt: Write a goodbye poem
Goodbye to caring
About pointless things
Farewell to fretting
Over middling worries,
So long to stressing
Until point of explosion,
Hello now to absorbing
Everything slowly-
Not lackadaisically,
Just focused and sensibly.
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Day 29’s prompt: Write an evening poem
‘Snatching the Evenings’
We’re always stealing
Time back in the evenings-
Hours to indulge in
Our true passions
That wretched daylight
Cruelly denies us.
Time to excitedly pour into
Cherished little projects
Or the ambitious novel
Chipped away at occasionally,
Or even just simply
Idly watching another’s story.
However there is a flaw
In this rebellious seizing
Of hours we should be spending
In static dreaming-
The sudden drain of energy
When light rudely appears again…
But this is all some get
To delve into their interests,
So one can hardly blame them
For forsaking relaxation-
The black bags under their eyes
Only a small price to pay…
Day 28’s prompt: Write a remix poem
(This poem is assembled from taking certain words/phrases from all 27 poems I have written for this month so far)
Finding the Peace Again
He scrolls through an ancient database
Of cherished faces,
And himself, younger,
Full of eccentric energy
Before being struck by the little malady
Of world-weary cynicism.
Now, he’s in a numbing spiral
Of half-baked pleasantries,
Becoming a nagging secretary
To life’s vexing little weasels,
Longing for the quiet moments
He can indulge in his passions.
He spends every spare minute
Chasing elusive ideas-
Those lightbulb moments
Which he can use to embellish
Near-accurate narratives
With garish, flashing neon.
But too often his mental galaxy
Becomes a vortex of instability-
His life split in half
Between subdued mania
And merciless dissection-
Finding no single certainty.
He’ll find fleeting comfort in
The banal and expensive,
Supposed retail therapy
To increase well-being,
A stupefied trance
Doing little to ease anxiety.
Yet this suggestible soul
Aching for the normal,
Finds wistful peace
In verdant surroundings-
A concealed compassion released
In all its silky grandeur.
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Day 27’s prompt: Write a believe and/or a don’t believe poem
‘Don’t Believe the Hype’
When you’ve been around
Long enough to develop
A sensible cynicism,
You can generally tell
What will truly be
Tremendous and life-changing
And, conversely,
What may well seem
Bombastic on the surface,
But sadly, underneath
A fizzling disappointment
Upon merciless dissection
And crushing closer inspection.
You’ll generally discover
That anything humbly presented
Is likely to be more exciting
And worthy of lauding
Than witless, outward bluster
Promising so much
But ending in disaster…
Day 26’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) World,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
‘Waiting World’
Even when
You’re in
Deepest pain
Or a malaise
You can’t explain
The world will still
Be waiting
For you to engage
And explore
When well again-
The universe itself
Is the one constant
In this muddled existence-
So remember please
To take peace
In this single certainty.
Like this poem? Read more in my first poetry collection, ‘The Awakening’, available NOW!
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Day 25’s prompt: Write a thought poem
‘Expanding Errant Thoughts’
A passing thought
Given time to brew
And marinate
For a little while
Could create
An epic tale
Spanning generations
And fantastical locations,
All born from a musing
Lasting less than a minute…
So often these snippets
Put a frustrated writer
Drained of ideas
Back on course again-
Frantically scribbled
Before they disappear-
This is the creative life,
Snatching lightbulb moments,
Then effortlessly transformed
Into an entire universe.
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Day 24’s prompt: Write a question poem
‘Who am I?’
Who am I now,
I find myself wondering-
The same suggestible soul
So keen to please all
I was several years ago?
Or have I morphed
Into something more cynical-
Jaded and cautiously wary
To save needless worry?
Either way, I’m wiser
Having now realised
What is worth my time
And what can be left behind
To make this life truly mine…
Day 23’s prompt: Write an appointment poem
‘Late Appointments’
They rush you in,
Hurriedly spin
Half-baked pleasantries,
Don the appearance
Of actually listening,
But more likely
Barely paying attention.
But what do you expect
When their bursting schedule
Is so laughably behind already?
To be treated like an individual
And handled accordingly?
You must be joking,
Or extremely optimistic…
Admittedly the blame
Doesn’t lie entirely with them-
It’s the wretched system
Of haphazardly squeezing in
So many in suffering-
What hope is there of remedy
When pushed to absolute limit?
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Day 22’s prompt: Write a nature poem
‘Natural Healing’
I feel the wind
Healing me gradually
My soul at peace
In field of green
All of my anxiety
Slowly dwindling
As I can finally see
The joy in everything
If I just stop and breathe
In these verdant surroundings…
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Day 21’s prompt: Take the phrase “(blank) Me,” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.
‘Bear with Me’
Bear with me please,
I don’t always perceive
Everything clearly,
I might be distracted
By infinite possibilities
Instead of what’s standing
Right there in front of me.
I assure you there’s generally
Legitimate worries
Spinning and whirring
In my mental galaxy-
You may call it ‘anxiety’
But I prefer labelling it
As ‘misdirected energy’…
It’s just passion, you see,
Contorted into fretting,
But consider it a tendency
To scan the data carefully
Before senselessly leaping
Into potential catastrophe-
So bear with me, I’ll get there eventually.
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