Dark Days of Winter - poetry

Welcome to the first edition of 2019 poetry challenge. Each month myself and a few others choose a theme and write a poem about said theme. It could be free verse, prose, haiku or any other form that we choose. I'm glad you stopped by and hope you enjoy enough to return, also be sure to visit the others and see how they chose to write about...

Winter Blues - poetry theme Jan 2019

Poem title: Dark Days of Winter

"Haiku" is a traditional form of Japanese poetry. Haiku poems consist of 3 lines. The first and last lines of a Haiku have 5 syllables and the middle line has 7 syllables. The lines rarely rhyme.

cloudy bleak dreary
sun has gone into hiding
depression sets in

Sijo is a Korean form of poetry. Similar to the Haiku except it has 14-16 syllables per line, only 3 lines and no more than 46 syllables total.

Dark days of winter grey skies above leaving me cold inside
masking the sun's rays leaving us cold and feeling all alone
darkness in the sky is there any end in sight please sun come out

Be sure to stop by the other participating bloggers and read their poems. Thanks for stopping by!!
RD

https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2019/01/winter-blues-january-poetry.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2019/01/new-blues.html
www.clutteredgenius.com/my-joy-in-winter

Ccccold Days!! - Poetry

Welcome to the December issue of poetry...this month's theme is Cold Days. If you haven't stopped by before, each month several of my blogger friends get together, pick a theme, and write poetry, prose, haiku or free verse to said theme. I hope you'll stop by each one and see how each person interruperted the Cold Days theme.
Bundle up, stay warm and enjoy your day.

Ccccold Days!!
Cold days upon us
Snow falls gently all around
Frosty stands proudly

# 2
Snow drifts standing tall
Snowballs flying high and fast
target hit, man down

# 3
cold and dreary days
hot chocolate by the fire
cold nose and warm toes

https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2018/12/cold-days-saga-december-poetry.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2018/12/winter-depths.html
Lydia of Cluttered Genius

Out With The Fuzzy - poetry challenge November 2018

Clean Out Your Fridge Day

Today we, a group of bloggers, are posting our prose on the theme "Clean Out Your Fridge Day" one of the many crazy holidays on the calendar.
Do you clean out your fridge often? I do. Every week before I go grocery shopping I rearrange things, toss out things and dig in the back to see what has been pushed aside and forgotten. But every so often, okay, more often than I  care to admit, the vegetable bin gets neglected and I find fuzzy stuff that I'm not quiet sure what is anymore. Oy! 
At the end of the post you'll find links to the others. ENJOY!

Out With The Fuzzy
A cold wet Wednesday
what do I do
I open up the fridge
and say how do you do

I find a green blob
kinda looks like jello
uh oh hello
it's a moldy jello

Another container
hidden behind the milk
it used to be mashed potatoes
or so I think

squishy cucumbers
all watery and gross
a block of cheese
that now looks like a nose

the power went off
for a few days
thank you hurricane Flo
you've been a real hag

fuzzy jello
green cheese
sour milk
and boy does it stink!

Dumping containers
full of this and that
tossing out food
that I wouldn't feed a bat

Wiping down shelves
wow how it all sparkles
now I'm done
until the next debacle

🍎🍐🍑🍓🍕

Karen from Baking In A Tornado
https://www.bakinginatornado.com/2018/11/clean-out-your-fridge-day-poetry.html
Lydia from Cluttered Genius
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/clean-that-fridge-a-poem
Diane of On the Boarder
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2018/11/clean.html

Ode to My Sock

Welcome and happy May 9th. Today a few of us are sharing our take on the theme "lost sock memorial day" in poetry form. Who came up with this memorial? I'm thinking a mom with several kids who never have matching socks. In her exasperation and possible venting, she spoke to the right person and Viola! Lost Sock Memorial Day was born.

Ode To My Sock

Opening the drawer
I see no more
Where have the socks gone 
In the hamper?
In the trash?
Maybe between the washer and wall
I can't find them all
Searching high
searching low
did wings grow
did they take flight
Once more to the dryer
nothing but lint
back to the dresser
finding not one hint
purse in hand
to the store I go
to buy one more pack
or should I lack
forget socks
forget shoes
bare feet it is


Poem 2
Where are my socks he said
look in the drawer
Do you think I'm a bore
Of course I looked in the drawer
 to the dryer
look insider her
nothing but lint
not even a hint
Where did they go
did someone hide them
but who
are they in my shoe
not in the shoe
not in the basket
not in the drawer
what ever will I do
wait for part 2...

Be sure to stop by the other participants links:
Karen at Baking In A Tornado
Diane at On The Border

Mad As A Hatter: March Madness

Welcome to the group poetry post. A group of brave and talented bloggers get together with a chosen theme once a month and share their take in diverse writing styles. It's fun, silly and enlightening. We hope you enjoy it as much as we do.

Mad As A Hatter: March Madness
He marches in like a lion
He stares you straight in the face
It is unnerving
Unsettling
He is a force to be reckoned with
Strong, fierce, moving
He is the wind

He blows in like a lion
and out like a lamb
leaving us embracing what is left behind

Mad as a hatter
is how we feel at times
But each year
we look forward to his arrival


Karen of Baking In A Tornado
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2018/03/march-madness-march-poetry.html

Jules of The Bergham Chronicles
https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/2018/03/mad-mad-world-poetrycollaboration.html

Diane of On The Border
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2018/03/mad-march.html

Her Frosty Heart

Hi and welcome to the February group poetry post. Each month we pick a theme, then each blogger chooses their way of interperting that theme into a poem, hiaku, lymeric or prose. Be sure to visit each one as their links are listed at the bottom of this post.

This month's theme...frosty.

Her Frosty Heart

Young love

so hungry and lustful

a heart so warm and free

but oh how cold it becomes

when she is a woman scorned

A once warm loving heart

now cold, ridgidy and unforgiving

She stares out the window 

at lovers walking by

hand in hand

all starry eyed

She snorts and laughs

oh you fools

she says to herself

And then their eyes meet

for a moment the ice begins to melt

her frosty heart

it feels something

She turns and looks the other way

no she has been here before

and will not go down this path

love only becomes lonely nights

Her frosty heart begs

it cries from within

it warms to feel the warmth again

if only for a few fleeting moments

She glances back

but alas he is gone

oh wait, what is this?

He is beside her asking if he may join her

Her frosty heart 

oh it begins to sing

songs of love and spring

the melting begins

she wants to be young and free

to love and be loved

but dare she

yes, she must.

Visit the other participants:
Karen at Baking In A Tornado
Lydia at Cluttered Genius
Jules at The Bergham Chronicles

Nine R's - poetry Jan 2018

Welcome to the first installment of 2018's poetry challenge. Myself and several other brave souls set out to conquer a topic/theme each month. This month it is "rebirth".
At the end of this post you will find links to the other's. Please be sure to stop by for a visit.
Grab a cup of coffee or tea, situate yourself in your favorite chair, prop up your feet and delve into our musings.
Thank you for stopping by, comments are welcome and appreciated. 

Nine R's
Rebirth - starting over
recovery - refresh
rehabilitation - changing old habits
rejuvenation - revitalized
renewal - a new beginning
restoration - repairing the old
revival - a new lease on life
reincarnation - becoming something new
reawakening - remembering your why


Be sure to visit the other participants.

Karen - http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2018/01/be-true-rebirth-poetry.html
Jules - https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/2018/01/rebirth-of-jules-poetrycollaboration.html
Lydia - http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9352

The Meaning of the End

Welcome to the December 2017 group poetry post. Each month we choose a topic or theme, each blogger then creates their own interpretation of that in poetry or free form style.
This month, Endings is the chosen theme.
I racked my brain trying to come up with something that might even remotely resemble poetry. Alas, I  came up empty handed. I kept finding myself writing short stories, essays, and paragraphs that rambled on and on.
If you scroll to the bottom of this post you'll find links to real poetry created by my talented friends.
Thanks for stopping by!

E - ending, final, completion
N - nothing stays the same
D - destined to change
I - inspiring us forward
N - new life after the old
G - giver of closure
S - sending us into a new tomorrow



Other links:
Karen over at Baking In A Tornado
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/12/from-end-to-beginning-december-poetry.html

Jules over at The Bergham Chronicles
https://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com/2017/12/la-fin-poetrycollaboration.html

Lydia over at Cluttered Genius
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9324

Jenn over at Sparkly Poetic Weirdo
https://sparklyjenn.blogspot.com/2017/12/endings.html

Diane over at On The Border
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/12/an-ending.html

A Bootiful Scream

Good morning! Today is an attempt at poetry by myself and poetry submissions from my blogger buddies. I hope you enjoy it and visit the others. We post once a month and each month have a different theme. As we are all different, each bloggers take on the them is different. At the bottom of the post you will find links to the other brave souls.

A Boo-tiful Scream

She walked gracefully by the stones,
cold and hard like her heart.
her fingers skimmed the tops
feeling the cold hard stone,
wet with evening dew 
causing her to shiver.
A thrill ran through her.
     an owl screeched,
          a limb snapped,
her breath caught in her throat.
A breeze picked up her skirt
and tossed her hair about.
Walking under a tree
she became like a ninja,
as she walked through a spider's web.
The laugh escaped her lips
catching her off guard.
She whirled around to see if anyone was there.
Her eyes lit with mischief.
She began to run.
The faster she ran,
the freer she felt.
She ran until she collapsed
lying on the chilly ground,
panting like a deer for water.
She released a boo-tiful scream
It came from deep within,
     a soulful scream
          a scream of release
               a flood of emotions came with it.
The owl screeched again.
She could hear the crickets.
The wind caressing her skin.
she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
She stood and walked away,
     forever changed. . .

by the boo-tiful scream


Be sure to read the other participants poetry!
Karen from Baking In A Tornado
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/10/you-scream-october-poetry.html

Diane from On The Border
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/09/scream.html

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Once, there was a time

I thought I would never heal.

Time marches on,

      life happens,

            hearts begin to mend.

My thoughts turn to you,

to happier times once shared.

I could not get you out of my mind.

You never left my heart.

     I gave in.

Forgiveness happened.

     We talked,

          we laughed,

               we healed,

                    we reconnected.

The love was still there,

we could no longer fight it.

Look at us now,

happy, whole and together.

It's amazing what happens when you forgive.

     Life moves forward,

          love blooms,

               clouds clear.

The storms may rage,

but you no longer weather them alone.

Standing on a hill looking down,

I can see clearly now

     YOU. . . my soulmate

     YOU. . . my love

     YOU. . . my forever

It's amazing what happens when you forgive

Better Late Than Never, Right?

Welcome to the monthly poetry challenge. Several bloggers get together each month, pick a theme and attempt to write a poem. Some are more successful than others. Be sure to scroll down and visit the others.


Be Late For Something Day - poetry challenge

Better late than never they say
but is that really true
for if you are late for everything
what will you be due?

If you return a book late
there are fees involved
If your credit card payment is late
the fees evolve

If you are late for your monthly cycle
a baby will ensue
and if you are late feeding
screaming will pursue

Deadlines are set
time lines are in effect
payments are due
to include the rent

Lights turn red
we must stop
or be dead

Turn off the stove
or burn your honeys dinner

So is it true?
Better late than never?
I ask you...

Consider others time
consider the possible consequences
think about this rhyme
the next time you need to be on time.

Is it...better late than never?


Be sure to  visit all the others!
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/09/white-rabbit-and-me-be-late-for.html

http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9156

https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/09/on-being-late.html

Can I "Admit You're Happy" - poetry challenge

Once a month several of us, brave folks who want to be poets, get together on a theme and write down our verse. Some are fabulous at it, some are brave like me. This month the theme... "Admit You're Happy" this was difficult for me. I have never given myself permission to be happy unless it was okay with "him" whoever "him" was at the time.
Domestic violence is at epidemic proportions these days and it's not just women being abused. Men are abused but keep silent more than women. If you are in a domestic abuse situation PLEASE seek help, there is help out there, and yes it is scary to speak up.
Domestic Abuse Hotline
1-800-799-7233
But please, please do if not for yourself, for those who really love you and care.

Can I...
Admit You're Happy
Can I...
Admit I stopped caring the day you left
Can I...
Be myself for once in my life
Can I...
Walk around and smile
and not feel guilty
Can I...
Really be happy without you
Can I...
move forward
Can I...
live a full life without you
Can I...
get healing from the abuse
Can I...
tell my story
Can I...
help others from what I've learned
Can I...
find my voice
Can I...
Admit I'm Happy?
yes
YES I CAN

The other poems...
Karen at Baking In A Tornado
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/08/admit-youre-happy-august-poetry.html

Lydia at Cluttered Genius
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9070

Diane:
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/08/admitted.html

Udder Appreciation

Our monthly poetry group decided to do a second post this month...Cow Appreciation Day! YES!! We went there, be sure to check out the other post, listed at the bottom of my post.
Here in NC there is a delicious chicken fast food place called Chic-fil-a, and every so often they have cow appreciation, if you dress like a cow or wear cow print you get a free sandwich! Because cows love and endorse chicken eating! LOL

Udder Appreciation

Bovine, Bovine,

won'tcha be mine.

with big brown eyes,

that look so kind.

It's cow appreciation time

And I'm doing my best,

not to be like the rest.

You are an udder delight,

when on my plate at night.

Where's the beef?

Between a bun,

Over rice,

served with beans as chili at night.

Your milk is rich, sweet and light,

but when chocolate is added,

it makes it taste out of sight!

Cow Appreciation

we must acknowledge

your sweet existence,

that helps our life.

It may sound mean, cruel or slight

but we could not go a single night,

without your yummy taste

in our tummies dee-light!

You feed us, entertain us and yes

even cloth us.

So thank you cows and farmers everywhere for all you do...

I appreciate cows,

how about you?

http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/07/ode-to-cow.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/07/ode-to-purple.html
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/?p=9013

Reflection Of My Past Life

This post is part of a writing challenge. Each month a group of wonderful blog buddies and I get together for a poetry challenge. We post creative writing challenges on Fridays and it is different each week but repeats monthly. We also do a poetry challenge, this is where we pick a topic and each write our own take on that topic.
This month: reflection was chosen. Be sure to read to the end as you'll find links to their pages.
Thanks so much for stopping by.
Dawn~

A Reflection Of My Past Life

Looking back I see a little girl

scared, unsure and all alone

she searches for meaning

she tries to fit in

searching in vain 

for some encouragement of sorts

she finds something called love

it is dysfunctional

like most of her life

 she grabs hold determined not to let go

falling, faster into the depths of destruction

she looks up

begging for help

but none is to be found

life, love and destruction

she starts over

she finds love

she grabs hold

but again it is in vain

half her life is gone now

she must start over

yet again

this time she looks around

there is no help

she must help herself

she gives herself a pep talk

pulls herself up by the boot straps

she stands tall

takes a deep breath

walks forward into the night

 to begin again

alone but not scared

she will make

she has to

life, self love and no more destruction

she walks like the night

silent and strong

she stands like the mountains

tall, firm and unwavering

she flies like the eagle

high and majestic

the reflection of the past 

only relevant in her eyes when she is alone

she grew, she stood, she survived

she THRIVES

why?

because he said she couldn't

because she has to

and she DID!


Be sure to stop by the other participating bloggers!!
http://www.bakinginatornado.com/2017/07/no-reflection-july-poetry.html
https://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/2017/07/gahhh.html
http://www.clutteredgenius.com/one-year/

Me Without Him

Moving through time

A spiritual being

Trapped in an earthen vessel 

Longing to be free

Needing to breath

Struggling in the flesh

Warring with the emotions

Thirsting for home

Striving for the goal

Seeking out the crown of

Everlasting jewels of righteousness 

Hoping for praise with life giving words

Spending eternity free of pain

No more tears

Nothing but joy

Walking the streets of gold

My heavenly home awaits

For I am an alien in a foreign land

This is not my home

I'm only passing through

Waiting...

I am not alone

He walks with me

Even though I do not see

He talks to me

Even though at times I do not hear

He carries me

Even when I feel left out in the cold

He cares for me

Even when all hope seems lost

He watches, waits and moves

Only when His time is right

He is love

I am love thirsty

He is giving

I am selfish

He is strong

I am weak

He has a plan

I am clueless

Me without Him

Nothing

Him without me

changes nothing

He is Love

Me Without Him...

Nothing