FOP #2

26.7 10-13 lines

She stretches her limbs
over his flesh,
walking her fingers
along the casing of his heart -

casting shadows
along goose bumps
and whispering melodies
onto navels. There's
romance tonight,
curled in this
bed.

26.8 Metaphor/Simile

Greek statues
make shadows in
her presence,

sipping water
from broken tea cups

they look like
clouds in nightmares
and yet always

makes sense.

27.1 Animal/Number

There are fourteen
flamingos
standing alone
in the water

and not one ripple
is made.

27.2 Wild Card

New poetry
never flashes from
my fingertips

instead it flows
from the wine
in my bottle.

27.3 Life

You were born
with purpose -
a strong intention
in your life
and yet
you refuse to see
the beauty you hold.

We are called
to be
thirty-one women.

27.4 Club Name

It was a disaster
held in her hands -
she thought they held
their destiny
beyond their unique
hearts,
and yet they crashed
like every other love.

27.5 Formed Poem

I wish to write more

than just silly acrostics,
however I can't be bothered
in learning new forms,
not wanting to county syllables -
kissing creative opportunity goodbye.

27.6 Alcohol or Drugs

The dress is gathered
tulle, and she
finds her inner
fashion guru -
her shoes spiked
so high,
her ankles trip
as though they
are on acid.

She flounders
in the bar,
and gathers
all the attention
she wished to find.

27.7 10-13 lines

The girls are too pretty
to be seen wearing
dish soap and grime,
brewing coffee
on tabletops -
instead, sipping lattes
with red lips
and sparkles
on their hips
is a more suitable
place to be.

27.8 Metaphor/Simile

And like a sliver
in the moon
he gave me
the darkest smile
I believe I'd ever seen.

He knew how to take
my breath away.

28.1 Animal/Number

He hushes her
with his stillness
for she sings
like a lone canary -
he whispers
soothing promises
and she watches
his eyes, two shifting,
serious,
in-love eyes.

28.2 Wild Card

Spoons are
falling -
handle over scoop
and no one seems
to realize the importance.

She wears them
like bangles on her wrist,
and hides the antiquity
of her lies.

28.3 Life

It's a warm
Tuesday night
and I find myself
falling deeper into
my book of instruction -
filled with Your promises,
truths, and revelations.

28.4
Club Name

You heard her before
humming in the midst,

of hardship and comfort
of solitude and togetherness
of heartbreaks and composure

like the voice of the moon
ever melodic,
in the midst of it all.

28.5 Formed Poetry

Like a disease
Of the heart;
Venomous affairs
Ends in death

28.6 Alcohol or Drugs

There's a frog stuck
inside my chest
jumping against my ribs, and
oftentimes, my vision's blurry,

though, seen my girlfriend's grinding
on someone else in the alley
thought I just needed glasses
until her best friend
walked in

smoking hot, and
prankable,

puffing
on the holy herb.

28.7 10-13 lines

Loneliness adds beauty
to life. It's a mixture of
all-pervading dark blue,
pasty grey, and rich
and vibrant
black,

I wore color blue
when the love of my life
left me,

with blue contact lens
to match with my perfect
squared-neon-blue nails,
bluer than his eyes, I remember.

28.8 a metaphor or similie

You were the
twinkling streetlights
in the distance,

while I hovered, solitarily
upon the ebony sky

both waiting to withdraw,
as the night remained
a mystery.

29.1 One animal and one number

I was for you;
a lion at the circus,
at one time or another,
a goddess on pantheon
depicted with large breasts
and a conservative smile,

while all the while,
I've loved you
in my most outlandish,

abstract
reverie.

29.2 Wild Card

It's eight o'clock in the morning,
Still my bed's a pagoda
ready to fall,
but aye, aye captain, I am waiting
for your call.

My hair is already in a bun
stiff and bouffant
higher than the horizon
at dawn.

But my captain,
I don't mean to be a bother,
here, hoping you would reconsider
setting your watch, perhaps,
to the current time?

29.3 Life

We dreamt of shores

of turtle hatchlings
and of tiny crabs,
as we dug an immense
hole in wet sands,

like tiny shovels
we used our hands
building a castle
for our dreams
as the summer breeze
tugged at my hair,
whistled in your ear.

We dreamt of shores

as we sail across
the sea of life.

29.4 Club name

Tonight, the tides are high
on the voice of the moon

But come dawn, it'll draw back
to lick its wounds, forlorn and
Leaving its broken shells
behind.

29.5 form

Damn I can't write
A single formed piece,
Might as well shoot myself,
Now.

29.6 drugs

The night you overdosed that
You forgotten how to breathe.
Your chest resting a moment
in bliss, as she cried over you,
fists grabbing your shirt, arms
cradling your head.

29.7 10-13 lines

forgive me,
I've been spoon feed all things about a woman's
Independence from the cradle and I've been sleeping
in an empty bed for 23 years now,I don't know how
to make space for another

But you make me want to wear
Red sockings and short black dresses,
and return my hair to its natural
midnight black I always
Thought was too exotic for me.

29.8 Must include a metaphor or similie

Your words taste
Like lemon, lime and the salt

of my tears

I always thought nothing could
Break me other than words that
Taste like cubes of sugar

30.1 ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER

You dip my fingers into fresh paint,
before pressing them onto one
of the walls, creating some leopard-skin
pattern

and this is the closest I've come to art,
Your front against my back, your chin
against my head, your hand moving
my fingers as if they were a paintbrush,

But I'd rather you were
the canvas.

30.2 Wild Card

I'll write you till strangers two continents away
Know you by heart, till you reach china, bask
In the Maldives only to settle in some porcelain
English tea cup at 5 o'clock one evening

30.3 Life

Life must be a hanging plant,
Coiling around itself, trying to
grow skyward before falling
like a waterfall every time.

30.4 must include club name

The picture of your great grandparents'
wedding, with the wedding dress train
spread like the flowing river, their features
in shades of blacks and whites.

30.5 form - acrostic

Here's to waking up in the A.M. ,
Evading sleep like a cookie monster.
Lullabies work no better than whine,
Leaving only the snoring sister in dreams
Or perhaps nightmares

30.6 alcohol or drugs

Unicorns and leprechauns
Dance on the horizon -
It'll be the background scenery
Of our first kiss, as we're sharing
Magic mushrooms, to and fro,
Hallucinating with each touch
Of the tongue.

30.7 10-13 lines

Sitting at the back of a truck
Like a product - I wonder what I might be?
Expensive porcelain, smooth as a doll
Or perhaps illegal fireworks,
Sold like slingshots of brightness.
Regardless, on a day
I'll br used up, and find myself
At the back of this truck again
Heading towards the garbage dump.

Then I wonder - what might I be?
Rainsoaked gunpowder,
Or perhaps blood-stained shards...

30.8 Must include a metaphor or similie

There is still a piece of me
Holding on to your hand
There you are upon the wall
caught in glass like
coloured sand.

31.1 Must mention ONE animal AND ONE NUMBER.

With 10 clumsy claws
pull my hair up
And breathe (like
a dragon) fire
down my neck.

31.2 wild card

Dear heart,

If you must crash yourself upon
his sun brunt shores

then make sure you bleed
white foam and not blood,
For we are not endless
and the winds are not

on our side.

PROMPTS:

1. Include a type of transport(car, train, etc) and mention the weather.

2. Must have 3 verses (at least 3 lines each)

3. Must mention royalty in some way (crown, heir, king, prince etc)

4. include the words, "first time" or, base the poem on the idea of a first time at something.

5. Wild Card

6. Formed Poem

7. Must mention a piece of clothing

8. Category: love

PLEASE NOW USE THE NEW PROMPTS. YOU CAN EDIT THESE IN YOUR FIRST POST COLM, AS I NOW CAN'T

DAY THREE

1.1 vehicle + weather

I rest my head against the window
Of the tram, rain drumming against
My almost-skin, like a tropical beat,
But I'm stuck in the roundabout,
Thinking about coconut juice
And tummy ache.

1.2

3 verses

You are

a floral cologne of bottebrush
and eucalyptus, salt and seaside,
cactus and umber.

I have seen your cities dressed
in drainpipes, seen you mourn with
cyclone and storm.

You were the first spectacular
I'd seen, city biting at your
ankles and sea nipping at
your seams.

1.3 king

My toast is hard
the butter is like lard
only choice to discard

The jam is off
really wanted to scoff
just left with this broth

this stinking grey bile
cooked and boiled awhile
only a mean king would smile