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More poems for Promptly Poetry, stuffed into this book because I have reached my limit.
Prompt: (verb) to move to action
Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately
Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads
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March 6, 2025 at 9:45am
March 6, 2025 at 9:45am
#1084887

Spring’s an ardent but inconstant lover,
She promises the sunrise each morning.
Then with peevish clouds and frowns she covers,
Its light and the source of earth’s warming.

Spring tends to the flowers with which she woos,
Shyly offers a tulip with muddy hands,
Teases the bees with their sunny hues,
And coaxes the crocus from forgotten lands.

Spring makes her promises of loving care,
Cries soft tears over her tender blooms.
Then suddenly, with a petulant air
Lifts her skirts and storms out of the room.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Week 30 - Anticipation of Spring
February 26, 2025 at 6:04am
February 26, 2025 at 6:04am
#1084394

One dark and frozen February morn -
persistent, but yet faint through double panes -
trills the long absent music of birdsong,
awaking me with its familiar strains.

Emerging then, from my quilted cocoon,
unwrapped, but clad in flannel head to toe.
Drawn by the sweet warbles of a soft croon,
I search for the singer by my window.

February, your wind unforgiving
steals every warmth the sun strains to provide.
Tell me, where can my spring birds be living?
Where in this icy wasteland can they hide?

By day, they scavenge, preparing their nests,
at night, in secret hollows do they rest.


Written for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT Open in new Window.

Prompt/Week # 29


Use this title for your poem:

Ode to February
February 23, 2025 at 6:39am
February 23, 2025 at 6:39am
#1084262

I
often spy
things floating by
in my left eye.

They aren’t really there
in the glare.
I stare,
beware.



Prompt/Week # 28


Form: Quadrette

First four lines word count: 1-2-3-4
First four lines rhyme scheme: a-b-b-a

Second four lines word count: 4-3-2-1
Second four lines rhyme scheme: c-d-d-c

February 18, 2025 at 6:23am
February 18, 2025 at 6:23am
#1084032
Love is an anchor on my heart
stops it drifting from shore to shore,
steadies it when the storms of life
batter its sails and the rain does pour.

Love is a banner that flies above
proclaiming victory though there was no war,
tells the world that you have won.
Love is a banner that marks me as yours.

Love is the guardian of my heart,
it guides my steps as I explore
the depths of our happiness and keeps me
in its arms of enraptured splendor.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Prompt - image of the word L O V E, each letter attached to a heart that is hanging from it
February 16, 2025 at 7:07am
February 16, 2025 at 7:07am
#1083936
I wouldn’t mind getting old
if I were consulted, like a book
of knowledge on subjects wide and varied,
if I could silence them all with a look.
But youth is all bounce and go,
the time is now, no delay will it brook.
My brain works slower when it’s harried,
the answer’s not worth the time that it took
So I sit, undisturbed.
At least age lets me off the hook
when it comes to burdens I once carried -
Someone else will have to cook.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Prompt/Week # 26

Poet's Choice!
You can write a poem on any topic or form you like.
Remember, your poem must be at least 12 lines.
February 6, 2025 at 8:09am
February 6, 2025 at 8:09am
#1083412
In a long unrecalled corner of memory
there grows a dandelion jungle
and there a yellow-haired child
waist high in green and daubs of light
giggles as she grasps
a dozen suns
in chubby fingers.

Summer days live there too
plump blackberries growing wild
in fields of daisies and overgrown brambles
a girl wipes the juice dripping from her chin
laughs as she plucks
petals that know
how I love you.

In a moist and warm September
digging in the earth beneath the leaves
planning some spring arrivals
the young woman plants the bulbs
waiting in hope and faith
for tulips by the front door
to welcome you home.

It was a sunny day in December
the ground not yet frozen
the earth in a mound beside you
a daughter and now mother
lays a perfect rose
upon the casket
where you sleep.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Prompt/Week # 25

Use these words in your poem:
roses, daisies, tulips


January 27, 2025 at 6:16am
January 27, 2025 at 6:16am
#1082853
Alligators are ancient, eating machines that still survive.
Baboons war with chimps, for bananas they’ll strive.
Crocodiles don’t feel guilty, despite their tears.
Dragon snakes can’t fly, nor use fire to spark fears.
Eagles are agile raptors, ever eager birds of prey.
Foxes are sneaky and steal chickens when you’re away.
Giraffes make gaffes when they bend to drink.
Hyenas are smart, though they practice groupthink.
Impalas are not as fast as their namesake car,
Jaguars jogging could catch them if they didn’t live far.
Koalas are sleepy and tired of leaves.
Llamas are sheared and their wool tied in sheaves.
Myna birds are great mimics and repeat what you say.
Nigerian dwarf goats are friendly and don’t get in the way.
Ocelots are an awful lot to try to keep as a pet,
Pigs seem nicer, but don’t go buy one just yet.
Quail are quite tender, some people eat them.
Raccoons wear a mask whenever you meet them.
Snails are too slow, I don’t like to wait,
Turtles also, have a plodding gait.
Urials are gregarious and somewhat sheep-ish.
Vultures hang around in a way that is creep-ish.
Wombats are nocturnal, not good if you’re sleep-ish.
X-ray fish are transparent and live in the deep-ish,
Yaks have your back, they’re a kind of bovine,
Zorses are horses and zebras combined.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Week 24

Prompt:

The Alphabestiary, Poetry Form
The Alphabestiary a type of Acrostic or more specifically an Alphabet poem, which dates back to Greece in the 2nd and 3rd centuries but truly came into its own in medieval England. There is no required line length, meter, or rhyme scheme. The only requirement is that each letter of the alphabet is described poetically as an animal or in human terms.

January 20, 2025 at 6:56am
January 20, 2025 at 6:56am
#1082593

Does the sun still play on the water
while tadpoles dart in the shallows?
Do the ripples trip over
the same pebbles
speckled black and white
that you gathered by the handful?

Saturdays,
we returned the bottles for change
nickels enough for a pink-frosted donut
speckled with sprinkles
and a bag of bread
to feed the ducks.
The geese were demanding,
honking disapproval
when the food ran out,
chasing us to the car.

Our bench is still there,
the concrete cold, wet with dew
on this spring morning.
A blue heron watches silently
then, in an instant, is gone
with the memories.


Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.

Week 23
PROMPT
Image of a bench by a pond/lake

January 8, 2025 at 6:33am
January 8, 2025 at 6:33am
#1082119

1929

Godfrey was a forgotten man
to the world he once ruled
living amongst his brethren,
those who were once giants.
But now their tattered suits
and dingy overcoats
told a tale of how a life crashes
as the Depression sets in.
They tip their hats still,
but their stained fingers
leave prints on the brims.
Grateful for a can of beans
and a match to keep the fire lit.
A little warmth,
when society turns a cold shoulder.


Inspired in part by the movie “My Man Godfrey”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09COqlcC0-4


Prompt/Week # 22
Use these words in your poem this week:
bean, can, match, grateful
December 30, 2024 at 8:00am
December 30, 2024 at 8:00am
#1081706
Among modern parents has arisen a rift,
About the bringer of Christmas gifts.
The snootier type say you mustn’t lie,
You’ll lose your child’s trust, make them cry.

But these fears are founded on a misconception,
That Santa Claus is some holiday invention.
Now take it from me, he’s as real as can be
(maybe even realer than you or me).

I mean, have you ever been to the North Pole?
Probably not, it’s far too cold.
That's for the man in the red suit and fur cuffs,
With his hardy elves, hardworking and tough.

Together they weather the stormy winds that blow,
They happily welcome the ice and snow.
Of course, it does happen as we grow older,
Our vision of Santa gets fainter, not bolder.

So though he exists, we just can’t see him,
And in our clumsy way, we try to be him.
From store to store we hurriedly caper,
To buy Christmas gifts and bright wrapping paper.

We hope to spread the joy we knew back then,
And feel like the children we were, once again.
To know in our hearts what we knew in our youth,
Santa is real, and that’s the truth!



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2024-2025)Open in new Window.


Prompt/Week # 21
Write a poem about a mythological creature.
Poem should be inspired by the prompt/image in some way
A minimum of 12 lines, no maximum
There are no form requirements
Your submission must be newly written for this week's prompt



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