National Poetry Month Book 2016 |
*sigh* I know, I know You can slap my hands later for the cop out but in the meantime: HAIKU HAVEN, IGNITE! 11 Sheldon has a stalk- er, what should he do? Invite another over! 12 Too much pate anoth- er Sheldon makes. How is it possible? Osmosis. 13 End of disc one and now I have to move, but I'm so comfy. Need help. 14 A reaccurring theme song, played so much, drives one crazy to the touch. 15 Monkey lays on her perch, drifting fast asleep. I wonder: To be cat. 16 Hours upon ho- urs I try, but little Ms. Kitty dreams it by. 17 Try to live, live through movement. No time to rest un- less you are feline. 18 Yes I'm jealous, not gonna lie. Hear animals have it rough. I'll try. 19 How hard can it be? Screw a light bulb, 1, 2, 3 Easy as-- OUCH! *burn* 20 Nearly over, near- ly done. Sorely fought, hardly won, but it's complete! 21 One last try, final go; accomplished more than you'll ever know: Private. 22 A, B, 1, 2, 3 red, blue, yellow, green, C, D 4, 5, 6; counting. 11 Sheldon has a stalk- er, what should he do? Invite another over! 12 Too much pate anoth- er Sheldon makes. How is it possible? Osmosis. 13 End of disc one and now I have to move, but I'm so comfy. Need help. 14 A reaccurring theme song, played so much, drives one crazy to the touch. 15 Monkey lays on her perch, drifting fast asleep. I wonder: To be cat. 16 Hours upon ho- urs I try, but little Ms. Kitty dreams it by. 17 Try to live, live through movement. No time to rest un- less you are feline. 18 Yes I'm jealous, not gonna lie. Hear animals have it rough. I'll try. 19 How hard can it be? Screw a light bulb, 1, 2, 3 Easy as-- OUCH! *burn* 20 Nearly over, near- ly done. Sorely fought, hardly won, but it's complete! 21 One last try, final go; accomplished more than you'll ever know: Private. 23 Il y a plus de fleurs Pour ma mère en mon cœur Que dans tous les vergers Plus de merles rieurs Pour ma mère en mon cœur Que dans le monde entier Et bien plus de baisers Pour ma mère en mon cœur Qu’on ne pourrait en donner Ill, why a plushed floors? Poor my merry in moniker Kay dance to less Virgos Plus them are less riders Pour my merry on my curr Kay dance lemon den tear It bein' plus the basers Pour my merry on my curr Cue on me poo ray in dawn err. 24 Mix the mortar, grind the cement; stack the bricks. Mar- ble build. Masonry. 25 I write, I sing, I think, I fly; I rinse and re- peat, I wonder "why". 26 Curtal Sonnet thanks to Vince, Pied Beauty smooth as Vermouth. Praise Him. 27 The wall separates but the wind links us, fresh scent, water here I come. 28 Baby died when stopped breathing; mother, 29 arrested; neglect. 29 Twenty little pro- jects but I only have sev- enteen syllables. 30 Before I knew it the month was over, o where did the good poems go?! 301 words 60 lines Prompts ▼ |