5 04, 2019

The Crestfallen

2019-04-05T16:19:30-05:00April 5th, 2019|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Prompts|

I have never seen you beforenor have I ever felt your touch.I cannot meet you at the storeto help buy you a new hair brush.Yet we do talk all of the timeeven though I've not heard your voice,never to share a glass of wineas right now we don't have that choice.I cannot tuck you [...]

5 04, 2019

Your Words

2019-04-05T15:57:35-05:00April 5th, 2019|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Prompts|

It has been three weekssince your delicate wordsfilled my mind. Words of laughterWords of dreamsWords of hope. It has been three monthssince your delicate wordsfilled my heart. Words of painsWords of screamsWords of fears. It has been three yearssince your delicate wordsfilled my life. Words of laughter and pains now touch usWords of dreams [...]

2 04, 2019

Much Ado About Nothing?

2019-04-05T08:52:06-05:00April 2nd, 2019|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

In the town of MessinaAntony and Cleopatra overheardTitus Andronicus, Macbeth and Hamlethaving a riveting conversation. It quickly became a Comedy of Errors, as King Learand King John interjected that Don Pedro wouldsoon return from battle. After a Midsummer Night’s Dream,Leonato greeted Don Pedro, alongside Beatrice and the Merry Wivesof Windsor, asking about the Two [...]

1 04, 2019

A Recipe For Love

2019-04-05T16:15:12-05:00April 1st, 2019|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Prompts, Recipes|

Love is a simple recipe. First, start off with 3 cups of courage.Second, fold your courage into a quart of courting.Third, add a few grains of saltiness and a teaspoon of sugar baby.Fourth, mix in a peck of affection and a bushel of adoration.Fifth, begin to boil 2 pints of passion, until bubbly.Sixth, combine [...]

1 04, 2018

From Homies to Brony

2018-05-09T14:59:42-05:00April 1st, 2018|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Personal Poetry, Poetry|

I never thought I'd be in a gang. You see I was never too cool To hang with the right group in school. There were the jocks with their smelly socks. There were the nerds making paper birds. There were the cheerleaders secretly smoking heaters. There were the potheads singing the Grateful dead. Yet [...]

24 04, 2017

An Elevenie For Me

2017-07-26T23:27:43-05:00April 24th, 2017|National Poetry Month, Poetry|

Poet Master storyteller Inside us all Words as an elixir Nirvana. Muse Dreamy abstraction Inside poets' minds Drawn as an inspiration Wonderland. For National Poetry Writing Month, today's double elevenie poem comes from the prompt from napowrimo.net. Well, actually it was for yesterday, but hey, I'm only a day late. So what is an [...]

18 04, 2017

Back To Writing

2017-07-26T23:30:00-05:00April 18th, 2017|National Poetry Month, Personal Poetry, Poetry|

To Me: Over six months since I have written anything on my website. Perhaps tonight I should write. Perhaps I've been feeling uninspired. Perhaps I was just tired. Perhaps it was a job coming to an end. Perhaps it was me who needed to mend. My fingers they've been hurting. My mind not nurturing. [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 15: NaPoWriMo – I Would Di For You

2016-04-22T16:03:49-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I Would Di For You We should give it a try and let us roll the di. You should roll one for me and one for you, so we could di together, to make two. For two hearts beating, synchronized as one yields a life of chances, until we're done. [hr gap=""]Today's napowrimo.net prompt for Day [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 14: NaPoWriMo – My Thoughts Swing

2017-04-07T21:17:12-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

My Thoughts Swing Higher and higher I fly on life's swing Not playing well in the silicate box. My thoughts come crashing down to the soft ground I ponder life and if it has meaning. At silicate glass windows I throw rocks Confounding a dream that's now shattering. Screams crash in my head but [...]

22 04, 2016

Day 13: NaPoWriMo – Revenge

2017-04-07T21:11:57-05:00April 22nd, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I have never quite understood the phrase "Revenge is a dish best served cold," as the warmth of blood provides the happiness of a silent steak dinner after he's bludgeoned by a mallet. [button font_size="20" color="#1e2cc6" text_color="#ffffff" icon="arrow-circle-o-right" url="https://theproductpoet.com//national-poetry-month-modern-day-lines-for-the-fortune-cookies-day/" width="" target="_self"]Read: Modern Day Lines for Fortune Cookies[/button] This poem was the Day 13 prompt [...]

12 04, 2016

Day 11: NaPoWriMo – The Traffic Jam

2017-09-12T21:41:28-05:00April 12th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

On my pathed commute I hear honking. I stay in my my lane Flipping the bird A literary morsel. I'm passed by two Canadian geese. For Day 11 of National Poetry Writing Month, the napowrimo.net prompt was to write a poem about a place, but include an abstract line about a place as though [...]

10 04, 2016

Day 10: NaPoWriMo: A Broken Spine

2019-09-08T16:35:01-05:00April 10th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry, Poetry Prompts|

At Nightrise Failure is Not An Option For Doctor Sleep. Today's napowrimo.net prompt for Day 10 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a "book spine" poem. For this poem, I looked at one of my bookshelves for names of books to draw inspiration for my book spine poem. My book collection is [...]

9 04, 2016

Reflecting on This Morning

2019-09-12T08:57:02-05:00April 9th, 2016|Haiku, Last Post, National Poetry Month|

The wake of a duck. Sometimes life feels upside down. Mourning reflection. When I was out for my morning walk today, I noticed that I started a male and female duck. They quickly hopped into the pond in front on me and create a beautiful wake across the calm pond. Wake also has a [...]

9 04, 2016

Day 9: NaPoWriMo – What’s Your Name?

2019-04-01T16:05:19-05:00April 9th, 2016|Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

I always dreaded morning role call. "Mike," asked the substitute teacher. "Here," bellowed the pre-pubescent boy. "Beth," said the monotone teacher. "Present," giggled the ten year-old girl. "Clarence," smirked the teacher. Silence. "Sorry, Clarence?" chuckled the teacher. The entire classroom roared with laughter as I buried my face in my hands. I hated my [...]

8 04, 2016

Day 8: NaPoWriMo – The Iris

2017-09-12T23:07:55-05:00April 8th, 2016|Haiku, Last Post, National Poetry Month, Poetry|

Bewildered iris. Rather epithelial. The eyes can't smell fear. The napowrimo.net prompt for Day 8 of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about a flower. As I always love to use words with double meaning, I chose to write a poem about an iris - which can both be a flower as well [...]