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Day 11 – Nature Is Forever

Day 11 of April PAD – a Nature poem

Is this the rain I am hearing?
Are these the sun rays cutting through the air?
Believing or hoping,
Expecting or letting go –
All these are part of our endless circle,
The truth and the delusions
Which we wade into while walking
Sliding, trudging or simply trying
To reach the dream on the mountain top
Our heart’s desire
Where we’ll rest and get inspired for the
Difficult climb down
Which proves harder than the aspired achievement
We’ve just accomplished.
Wow! If it isn’t so much to process!
Just let me take a short breath and rest.

Day 8 – Love Is Endless

NaPoWriMo Day 8
Two for Tuesday – Love poem/Anti-love poem. As usual, I choose a love poem.

Love Is Endless
Seeing us look in the same direction
As in the days of our youth,
Eyes more tired now, lips less plump,
I still see the boy who magicked my heart
And who made me believe we are
The rulers of this world.

Hearing us share the same jokes and laugh
At those same old places, exclamations all the same,
I still hear the ring of your voice that cajoled me to peace
And eternal belief that life is good and love is endless.

Trope Poem – Day 21 of April PAD

Today, Writer’s Digest offered the prompt of writing a trope poem. I checked the list of Horror Stories tropes and chose two of them.

***
On a dark, starless night
we were reading a horror story
about a lab where nerds did find
a way to paint our town red – so gory.

The trouble was that dead won’t die,
and they won’t bleed more, either.
The chance for us was just to hide
but where – hey, we’d lived together.

Another trouble – double pain
the bad won’t die, they’re just unbeaten.
All we could do was futile pray
although none did believe it’ll deliver.

So, dawn did come
With it, the light
They brought naught
We slipped away
in slumber
for our prayers
were not duly answered.

I hope this text survives
to get into your hands
and be read aloud,
to honour our attempt to fight.

A Six-Word Poem for Day 20, April PAD

***
Universe Is Larger Than We Think

***
Hearing praises
Universe grudges its collar.

Emotions Haunt Poem – Day 19, April PAD

Emotions Haunt Me
They never let me rest
They constantly obsess
my days
and they possess
all
possible control
and power

Haunting me like ghosts
hurling me from heaven high
to dusky lows.
Haunted and hunted
I belong to them
and they to me
Until one sets the other free
Whenever will that be?

Just a Joke – Day 18.2 of April PAD

***
I Have To Be A Guitar Player In KISS
If I am a KISS player
I’ll get to wear
the most fearsome make-up
which will make up
for worries and low self-esteem
Relying on others to bring
and keep up my spirits
will be the lowest possible
point I could ever dream
of.

Notes: Yes, it’s a joke after the nice prompt at NaPoWriMo.net.

Optimistic Shadorma – Day 18.1 of April PAD

***
Let us be
optimistic in
our dreams.

For the world
will do its best to crush us
while we are awake.

It’s a Shadorma – Anti-Form for Day 16 of April PAD

Day 16 is a Tuesday, so Robert offers another cute Two-For-Tuesday prompt. We need to write a Form and/or an Anti-Form poem. Curiously, I wrote a Shadorma which calls for breaking the form. Yeah, that’s me. Enjoy!

***
Break all
forms we use to poem.
Just lose them.

Focus on
what is in your very heart
and the rhyme will flow.

Do I See and Hear Fear? – Day 17 of April PAD

Today, I am writing an independent poem for April Poem-A-Day challenge. Meaning, I’m not following a prompt. This poem came to me following something unpleasant happening in a close friend’s personal life. Plus, fear is always a thing, isn’t it?
Here it is:

***
Amidst the noise
of thunder
and the tears in
my soul,
I can still hear
the whisper of
the sea –
the magnificent
and frightening sea,
washing the empty beaches,
smoothing the coast,
caressing the abandoned sands.

Among all the colour
of people running around in hectic
panic and haze
wondering why they do it and
when
they can stop to rest,
I can still see
the long shadow thrown
by the tall pine tree
at the edge of that forest
which I knew as a girl.
The forest that lulled me
to tears and sweetness
together.
The forest that cooled me
and scared me with
indistinct figures and sighs.

Do I generally hear
of see just fear?
Mostly fear.
My own, lovely fear.

Living – Day 13 of April PAD

***
Living with the squids
brings flexibility to the surface
of our minds.

Living with the wolves
teaches us how to catch pray
and be merciless.

Living with the butterflies
allows us to flex and change
in ways we don’t control.

Living with people
tosses us in the jungle
where no rules or laws
will function.

Living alone
frees us from all worries
just to drag us into
the dessert of nothingness
which is also
a lack of all meaning.

What’s best, you’ll ask?
Living is what matters most.

*
A Cat Living Nine Lives

Is that true?
If yes, how come we don’t
see the same cat again?
If no, how come we all
repeat this?

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