M&MS #1

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Prompts will be added tomorrow morning, and then edited each morning with a new set!

Remember, there are no rules on consecutive posting; members can post as many poems as they can, but double posts by another member for the same prompt, will not be counted.

ALL POEMS MUST BE NEWLY WRITTEN, AND MUST FOLLOW THE ORDER OF THE PROMPTS.

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PROMPTS

1. Must write a poem to yourself, or about yourself.

2. Must mention a member's username on this site (active, or inactive) yes, you can use your own.

3. War

4. Poem must mention money, or a type of sport

5. Wild card

6. must include at least one colour, AND one shape

7. Category : nature

8. Double Form ( either double of the same form, i.e 2 haikus, or, 2 different forms joined, i.e a Tanka followed by a haiku.)

GO!

1).

You scratched your ear like you were
trying to recall an aged memory
vigorously attempting to hear its tone
once more,
yet you informed me
it was just the mosquitoes...
just the mosquitoes
on a pale winter day
when no other emotion
could bite.

2).

There once lived a man who was drowsy,
and though his clothes were quite lousy,
he dressed in a smile and stood in the aisle,
impatiently waiting for his new bride.

Gaudy props and formal words he was dreading,
but he perked up at the sight of cakes and breading,
until he woke the next day, in a fit of disarray,
realizing he had attended the wrong wedding!

3). Palindrome

Regret is potency,
tides of tears
cascading...
Am I marooned?
Oars cracked and
heart swelling?

~reflect~

Swelling heart
and cracked oars,
marooned? I am...
cascading
tears of tides,
potency is regret

4).

I knew nothing of Assisi but the blinking stars,
the same ones that my America dreamed upon.
On that hotel rooftop, I twirled, empty-handed,
faintly singing "My heart will go on",
thinking I had been touched by the core of love...

(I knew nothing of love).

5). 32 syllables

Mentally, we are starved,
starved of determination
to re-invite positive
thoughts,
when all we sleep with
is negativity.

6).

She is not possessed, so don't mourn for her soul.
Don't snicker or jeer when she is gripping hands
together so fiercely that her cheeks turn red and
her arms are sore. Don't lament the way her hair
can't shine underneath lace veils or that young eyes
penetrate the altar instead of other men.
She is simply holding on....
and she is scared, scared that this relationship
will fade, for although she was born and raised
into religion, she chose it for herself,
knowing there is no purpose in life unless
it is pursuing God in how to be a humble servant.

7).

When I first inhaled you,
you entered my heart without knocking
or forewarning me of how much I
would rejoice.

You are warm summers
spent faithfully in the kitchen,
sweating and fanning each other
while combining spices and
baking what we never had
recipes for.

You are a "Banana Nutmeg
Bread Pudding" candle, and I
can't seem to let you
go.

8).

Stop
second guessing,
you are crafting illusions
no magician
can work through.
You are not
unloved,
and the earth cares
for what happens to you,
though it may stay
hushed
during dawn and dusk.

PROMPT CHANGE. PLEASE USE YOUR NEW PROMPTS AS OF NOW!

1).

The rabbit tangos with morning butterflies,
imitating the samba while 57 suns
seem to flare up
and create a triumphant canvas.
I can barely walk past the window pane
without yearning to skip outside
and greet a world I hadn't been giving
enough credit to.

2).

How many letters must we rearrange,
how many soups must we swallow,
how many tails can we chase,
before we realize possibilities are infinite?
And we are an endless alphabet-
perpetually composing new words,
new definitions, new lives...

3).

Sharps and flats,
that's how your words
perform...
I wonder if you ever
rehearse tones,
or if the stage merely
swallows any forethought.
I'm trying to stop digging
my grave after you leave,
but I haven't put the shovel
down yet.
In this life, we have to pick
our battles, and there is no point
to blaming what cannot be changed.
This distress, this chaos,
this pressure like needles on my head
is part of my imagination, right?
You didn't mean to leave a hole
in my heart with your apathy...
because I know you care in other ways

(you must).

4).

It seeps from her bergamot tea,
soaking lips with fellowship,
pure as the reflection she
became too afraid to
contemplate.
Grey eyes bloom
when
moonlight muses.

5). Musette

rooftops-
midnight ballads,
raindrops.

carols
when love echoes-
barrels.

church chimes
at 2 o'clock-
faith climbs.

6).

Rum, clinking shot glasses,
sweat on her upper lip
as she glances at the stairwell,
[no, they're not home yet]

Rum, run, run, rum...
burning her throat with
colors that don't define her,
with an escape she never
would forage.

PLEASE NOW USE YOUR NEW PROMPTS

Wednesday's prompts are up :)

PROMPTS:

1. formed poem - but must be placed inside a free style poem. So write a normal poem, but add in a form somewhere throughout the poem.

2. include an item of stationery, pencil, paper etc.

3. Include a crime, or mention prison, or both!

4. Mention homelessness, or poverty.

5. Must include at least one rhyme.

6. Category : sad

7. include a piece of furniture

8. write a poem about this site!!