Weds poetry prompt: ‘An Unsuitable Destination for a Dreamer’

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Today’s prompt:  Take the phrase “An Unsuitable (blank) for (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new the phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.

An Unsuitable Destination for a Dreamer

A dreamer undoubtedly prefers
The deep solitude of thought
Than sharing solid ground
With loud, outspoken crowds
Who are so helplessly, hopelessly
Awake, their eyes only able to see
In straight lines, to abhorrent obviousness
That dreamers simply cannot bear,
It is a destination quite unsuitable
For life’s wanderers and gliders
Who choose to take stranger roads
And follow the allure of the obscure instead.

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‘Christmas is Ruined’

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(If I’ve formatted it correctly, the poem itself should look like an upside down Christmas tree – enjoy!)

Christmas is Ruined

Oh dear.
Oh dear.
Oh dear.
Oh dear, our beautiful tree is upside down,
The children’s happy faces turned to frowns.
Christmas is ruined because of clumsy Dad,
A sight to make poor Santa sad.
All the presents and toys crushed,
Dreams of Christmas day turned to dust.
Lights all twisted and tangled,
Wrapping paper torn and mangled.
All around screams and tears,
It’s ruined this year.
Stupid old
Clumsy
Dad
Wah!

Here’s hoping you have a happier Christmas and a prosperous New Year! Best wishes all and thank you for the support, much love x

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‘Confession of a Would-Be Writer’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘confession’ poem.)

Confession of a Would-Be Writer

I may wear the persona
Of the world-weary writer
But I feel I must confess
That some days, words
Do not spew so easily
From my blockaded brain.

Only excuses will exude
On those barren days,
Time spent to concoct
Those tales, not any
That inspire or excite
Or that I wish to write.

Write! Like it’s that easy,
That wretched old world
Always gets in the way.
Yet it is inspiration too,
This is the cruel curse
That creatives must bear.

The blank pages haunt me
Laugh at me in empty lines
This now is my confession
Simply so I can take solace
In the small consoling fact
That I have written something.

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‘Fragile’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘Damage’ poem.)

Fragile

When precious eyes
Cannot bear to look
At your pleading face
And silence surrounds,
You can sense that the
Damage is already done.

No words can soothe
The bruises of betrayal,
Nor soften the blow
Of the secrets and lies.
The happily ever after
Lies strewn in tatters.

Trust is a fragile thing,
Once struck too much,
It breaks like the heart
That gave itself to it,
Taking eternity to repair,
If it ever can be at all.

The room is now a cell,
Where both are trapped
In that one dire moment
When truth transpired,
And a once robust bond
Is now and truly broken.

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Weds poetry prompt: ‘Thawing of a Winter Heart’

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Today’s prompt: Write a ‘winter’ poem.

Thawing of a Winter Heart

Walking home in dark winter’s night
I find comfort in the festive glow
Of those guardian fairy-lights
That burn a path through the snow.

It warms a near-frozen heart
Weathered and cold from a trying year
And kindles the flame of a new start
That melts piling worries and fears.

The seasonal songs and jingles
Can’t help but force a slight smile,
As in my feet I feel a sharp tingle
That I have not known for a while.

All these lights and lively streets
Remind me of those simple things
That keep us hopeful and upbeat
And ready for whatever warmer months bring.

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‘How to Function in Society’

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘How (blank)’ poem.)

How to Function in Society

‘How do you live each day
Maintaining that illusion
That you are perfectly normal?’
The awkwards among us ask,
Fumbling their way through it all.
I’m still not entirely sure I know.

How to stop your words slipping
Into stuttery, slushy gibberish.
How to stop your twitchy eyes
Falling to your sheepish shoes.
These secrets are the fabled key
To function in common society.

Sadly I have not yet unlocked
What comes to others so easily.
I serve my speech in slipshod
With a quivering, shaking spoon.
I cloud the purity of silence
With my compulsion to fill it.

So the answer, fellow awkwards,
Is still something that eludes me,
So just dither through best you can,
Talk like they do, walk like they do
And then just maybe you too
Can join the tribe of the normals.

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The Drone Directive

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(A poem written from a prompt as part of last year’s April PAD Challenge from Writer’s Digest – the prompt being to write a ‘Work’ poem.)

The Drone Directive

We start you on the lowest band,
Not the cool sort, you understand,
There shall be no music-making,
Merely the sound of souls breaking.

You’re here to inspire and empower!
Tasks beyond your pittance per hour,
We never said the numbers were fair,
But we still control them, so there!

But wait! Don’t fall into depression!
There is some chance of progression!
Remember the bullet points you read,
Before you put one in your head.

It’s all there, the things you must do
All of the hoops to jump through
To go up in our hopeless little hive
Do all these you must, to survive.

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