So, I wasn’t in the mood to write a poem on the 12th. And I wasn’t able to come up with something, so I decided I’d work on it the next day. This continued and continued, until today – which is the 23rd. And I’m so mad at myself. Geez. But I did promise myself that I would complete NaPoWriMo for sure, so I’ve written a weeks worth of poems in this post. The next post will contain the rest of the poems I missed – so here they are!
Day #12 Prompt: “I come from”
I come from places
Filled with happiness and pain
Places where despite the loss
I’ve always had something I gained
Places where the tears
Sometimes outdid the laughs
But that only taught me to laugh harder
With everything that happens
Living everyday, and embracing the past.
Day #13 Prompt: “Newspaper Headlines”
Strike me when I stare at the dead tree in my hands
They stare back at me
Just like puppies eyeing the last treat.
The few times I read the paper
They are all I look at
And they make
Knowing that the world we live in
Is riddled with things that I don’t have the power to change
So I ignore today’s headlines
And sit back.
Day #14 Prompt: Write an acrostic poem (Ps. WAS MY BIRTHDAY!!)
Bald and very small
I probably looked at the world and
Retched, wondering why it wasn’t so dark anymore but, since
Then there have been many days where the light became a friend
Having given me memories I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world
Days like today remind me of the love I’m surrounded by
A single day that made me feel like I was home
Yes, home in hearts.
Day #15 Prompt: Write about anything I want to write about.
Day #16: Write a poem in the POV of your favourite superhero.
Water keeps me calm
Just as fire does, which took me a while to understand
The earth as strong as my intention
Which sometimes falters,
Leaving me gasping.
But when that does happen
My primary element fills my lungs
And I learn to balance.
I am the Avatar,
And the world rests on my shoulders.
Day #17: Write a poem about myself.
A girl who cries every ounce of emotion out of her
Whether it’s happiness, anger or sadness
Stuck stumbling in the daze of life
Still finding her calling
Still finding herself
Still looking past the cracks
Her voice makes
The laughter that she sometimes fakes
And trying to be the best of what she can be.
Day #18: Write a poem on the word ‘Dirty’.
The rain batters the ground
And there’s that beautiful sound all around
The pitter-patter of rain drops
I jump into all the puddles I see
Coating my self in a thin layer of mud
Before I am cleansed again by the onslaught of water
Emerging from the giggling skies
Full of life
And I sigh
I embrace the freeing feeling of nature
Cleansing my soul, discarding the dirt
I carried around on my skin and in my heart
And I put my own peace first
By just standing in the rain.
(Ps. Photo taken from http://anyaboz.deviantart.com/art/Persian-Cat-Room-Guardian-390915035)
(P.Ps. The cat is very exasperated with me. It’s a reflection of my inner-self right now.)