Tag Archives: April poetry

Family

April Poem-A-Day 20 – Family

Image by volker03

Image by volker03

Far from the wind
blowing straight at my face,
disturbing my eye-lashes,
leaving my eyes dry and stingy;

far from the harshness of gusts and hails
howling and clattering at my windows,
trying to break down the shaken shutters
and strip off the peeling sallow paint,

is family
of which I have read many a nauseating stories
some of them bringing tears to my eyes,
some of them leaving me happy
with the lack of any such story to tell.

©2014 soulmary

Featured image by Anthony Presley – an artist on Deviant Art.

Red or Violet

April Poem-A-Day 19 – Colour in the title

Image by skatendavie

Image by skatendavie

Red or Violet

Yellow as the sun
has always been my fancy colour
Though they say
yellow flowers mean hate.

Yet, it’s always black
that I give in answer
to the age-old girlish question.

While in truth violet
and red, all types of red,
wake my smile
and my dream.

©2014 soulmary

Featured image: Violet by cblue
This is part of my April Poetry Month project. I know colouring the stanzas is childish, but the temptation was too strong.

Weather

April Poem-A-Day 18 – Weather

Image by YoachimHUN

Image by YoachimHUN

It’s raining over the marshes
and the fog won’t leave.
It has a point to make
and it will stay to see what we do
in return.

It’s snowing in the forest
and the temperatures dissocialize us from
the fairy-tale Christmas mood,
but are plain terrible biting frost.
It wants to see if we know where
to hide.

The dessert is suffering the sand storm
of a lifetime.
Miles to the horizon are hidden
behind the dusty curtain
which grinds my brain
and sprinkles its yellowness
over the imaginary wound
I am weeping over.

©2014, soulmary

Pop Culture

April Poem-A-Day 17 – Pop Culture

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Image by 742

Wearing my torn-off jeans with
that loose T-shirt
and the leather jacket I bought
with my own saved money
never gave me more self-confidence
(which was exactly the reason
I would wear them,
especially the jacket)
than at the moment I stepped up
to a belated date,
only my eyes asking
why
his friends had told me about his
other girl-friend
they saw him with
last night
or why
he was an hour
late
for our date.

That speed beat in my head,
the heavy mainstream of the day
saved me from my teenage collapse,
more than once.

©2014, soulmary

elegy

Elegy

April Poem-A-Day 16 – Elegy

I still look at photos
and see you cuddle a baby,
and you smile;
I see you hold a small girl’s insecure trusting hand
looking at her anxious face
with all that love
that now has turned to tears
swelling up my eyes,
to a lump blocking my voice,
hindering my breath,
a simple mindless ignorant lump,
wordless tears,
useless
endless
changeless.

©2014 soulmary

love poem

Another Love Poem

It is that time again and I post a Love poem. Below my fresh piece, you will find links to other love-themed ones.

April Poem-A-Day 15 – Love Poem

love poem

Image by CelticBeauty

Love,
I’ve found you
and I grabbed
and held you tight.

To never let you go.

©2014 Mariya Koleva

Here are some other Love poems I have written: a wordle, a November PAD Poem from nearly four years ago, another poem written for the same challenge, and a Talk-back-to-a-dead-poet one written for November PAD 2012 where I talk back to E.A. Poe.

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What If I…

It was 2011, my first ever NaPoWriMo, which I actually considered AprPAD, because my original ‘point of entry’ into that world was through Robert’s Poetic Asides. Unlike NovPAD 2010, which was very successful along with NaNoWriMo 2010, the April challenge proved somewhat harder to follow.

One thing, I got a large translation project at work, which consumed a lot of my work and free time (as you might imagine, freelancing means great periods of transgression between those two). Another thing, and I believe it affected my success to a greater extent than my work load at the time, was that I tried to follow many prompt sites. Anyone dealing with NaPoWriMo knows that a lot of web sites out there offer prompts for the April Poetry Month. Of all the sites whose prompts I made efforts to write to, only two still exist. That, in itself is a very disturbing thing. Still, to get back to my first NaPoWriMo, that had a negative effect on me, because I would spend the whole morning scurrying the prompt sites and noting down prompts, planning to come back to them later during the day. The mere presence of more than three or four prompts made my head spin. My thoughts would go round and probe the ground, so to say, often resulting in a whole day wasted and not a single poem written.
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Still, there is one poem which I remember and it was Robert’s prompt for Day 9, What If… You can read it here and compare the path it took to the one the same prompt will send me now.

April Poem-A-Day 14 – What If I

What if I wrote the same poem again,
Like the one I wrote two years ago?
Would I feel my words the same way?
Would the verse take me exactly
where I go?

What if I were smarter or duller
and stayed, or I left, or what if I did both
but to different people?

Same prompts come over and then once again
so that I reconsider the verse path
that I take
So that I have some time to evaluate
the lifespan of my poem,
its growth
and its truth.

What if I had changed
and did things the same way
as I always do?

©2014, soulmary

A City Poem: Sofia

April Poem-A-Day 12 – City Poem

urban landscape

Image by eDamak

SOFIA
Even the snow is black
greasy with the tracks of tired tires,
rolling without an end –
day in, day out.

Twenty-four rush hours,
spilling in random precision
over boulevards like cold veins,
running along the hostile eyes
of office buildings and hotels.

Isolation stalks our smiles,
so we save them,
until inside gardens crowd our comfort zones,

as elevators hold our politeness –
small talk on the smoke area benches

in stark contrast with the social death outside.

©2014, soulmary

Featured image by Fmax here.

statement

Statement, April Poetry Month

April Poem-A-Day 11 – A Statement

statement

Image by lwc71

A statement is wrong in itself.
Its validity being too short

Unreliable sources want to convince me
that statements hold true
before time.

I would add,
before time eats them up
and belches their feisty
determination
out in smelly bursts.

Not deserving attention at all.

©2014 soulmary

shelter fantasy

Shelter, April Poetry Month

At times, I find poems I’ve written and hardly believe what I read. At other times, I am surprised at their mere existence. Obviously, writing is important and must be done any time, anywhere. It doesn’t matter that I have little time or my mind is cluttered with other stuff. Poetry (art, in general, or creativity, if you wish) has its way to ooze through and stay. It’s such a thrill to read my old stuff, nearly as if I am looking at old photo albums to day I have forgotten.

April Poem-A-Day 09 – Shelter

shelter fantasy

Image by staje at DeviantArt

 

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Hide!
That is safer
than sitting in the open
demonstrating bleeding cheeks
under tearful eyes
and smiles
forever merry
smiles.

©2014, soulmary