History Of The Limerick, Famous Limericks, Tips For Composing, & More On National Limerick Day Ireland gave us Jonathan Swift, Oscar Wilde, William Butler Yeats, and some of the world's best folklore. However, is it true that the limerick, a poetic form, derives from the beloved Irish city, Limerick? Limerick, Ireland is a populous city … Continue reading History Of The Limerick, Famous Limericks, Tips For Composing, & More On National Limerick Day
Hay Bales: A Poem Warm secretsResting in my ear,I roll them tightLike a hay baleAnd store in the richestCompartment of my heart -Labeled in evermore,Even when I feltThe off-beat of yours.Unmasked truthIn the wild movements andSubtle flinches as youMove through life.Exposed tidbitsOf all the things youTry to hide,I roll them tightLike a hay baleAnd store … Continue reading Hay Bales: A Poem | Day 28 of National Poetry Writing Month
Highway: A Poem I never got the chanceTo witness how your handsFold over the steering wheel,And the degree your head tiltsAs you drive.I never experiencedWhat it was like to press 70On the summer highwayWith you.I visualize your eyesReplicating in color of blurring landscapes -The pale blue of distant mountains,The gold of the evening,The green of … Continue reading Highway: A Poem | Day 27 of National Poetry Writing Month
January: A Poem Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all.Once an empty jar,Collections of lifeBrim, the lid gives.Using horoscopesLike flashing arrows,Coaxing us in a direction -We still alwaysEnd up here.A type of oldA kind of new,Fresh like summer shorts worn first.Reflecting onOlden Januarys,We sort memoriesAttempting to make senseOf it all andWe still … Continue reading January: A Poem | Day 25 of National Poetry Writing Month
Ice: A Poem Like a block of iceStuck in my mind,I heard your name everywhere.Louder than the silenceOf snowfall,Quieter than the frenzy ofA train -Falling somewhere in the middleBut it still made my ear ache.The magnitudeOf a single syllable,Blaring loudAnd I wished to burn it fromExistence.It came with its own scent,Its own pang of painIn … Continue reading Ice: A Poem | Day 22 of National Poetry Writing Month
The Moon: A Poem What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Earning my trustJust like the astronauts -All those miles away.You're a secret keeper unlikeThe falsified othersI've met before.Beams like hydrationSifting softly throughCracks in the blinds,You listened to theConcoctions of scenariosInside my mind.What if I sentA thank you noteTo the moon?Like necklacesWeaved in the … Continue reading The Moon: A Poem | Day 21 of National Poetry Writing Month
Microscope: A Poem Fragment of a leaf,Specks of sand, andA slice of beetBeneathMy wild blue eyes -Yet I never wasA scientist in the making.Now -I gaze into thePixels thatHold the weight ofWords, making myBack straighten,Knees lock,Feet and fingers Press forwardAs if flashing past Finished linesOf a thousand marathons.Inspecting the world in clipsLike paragraphsAnd dialogue interrupted,Dashes … Continue reading Microscope: A Poem | Day 20 of National Poetry Writing Month
Hotel Mirrors: A Poem I want to see your Face in hotel mirrors, Sights like souvenirs.
Daybreak: A Poem Endured familiarity -A type of stability that somehowMade my knees quake.Counting on itLike leaves turning coralOr sweet morning notes of coffee.Stepping in unisonTo motions thatCame and wentAre back again,Why do we treat themLike a special occasion?Breaking looseLike the crevice of daybreak,We rise againIn the treasures ofUncharted territory,Apart,Like it always should have been.
Paper Cuts: A Poem I have a scarThat slices throughMy most meaningful smilesAnd tucked betweenMy teeth are the namesOf those who told me to neverStop grinning.Like a twinI thought of you asThe second blemish,Marking permanence.I'd rather have paper cuts. Gone and over nowI'm thrilled to shake you off,Comfortably curling fingers into my palm,And slipping them … Continue reading Paper Cuts: A Poem | Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month