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Rated: 13+ · Book · Cultural · #2299350
Poems for year 4 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge.
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024.
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April 17, 2024 at 8:24pm
April 17, 2024 at 8:24pm
#1069015
Cat

Show me your stripes
and I can see your cat
you don’t have to gripe
to communicate that.

Leatherette armchairs
temptation to them
no matter your care
they’re shredded to hem.

Though kitten will flay you
so soft and so pretty
forgiveness is true
for your darling kitty.



Line count: 12
Rhymed abab
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 38 2024
Prompt: Stripes.
April 10, 2024 at 7:43am
April 10, 2024 at 7:43am
#1068421
Faith 2

Faith takes no heed of setback
the wandering trail of life
she keeps her gaze on the target
and shuns all feelings of strife

It’s true that Hope is her sister
and dresses in similar style
but Faith cares not for appearance
and faces her fate without guile

For the journey she ever is ready
she turns not a moment away
her friends rely on her vision
and know she’ll not lead them astray.



Line count: 12
Rhyming scheme: abcb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 37 2024
Prompt: Faith.

April 1, 2024 at 8:15pm
April 1, 2024 at 8:15pm
#1067346
What’s in a Name?

Zanzibar!
Shangri-La!
Coromandel, Samarkand and Ultima Thule,
the names drip like honey, sparkled with bright jewels
from our lips, enchanted sounds that weave such magic
in stories bold and romances high and tragic.
Mandalay
and Cathay!



Line count: 8
Form: Tigerjade; syllables 3,3,12,12,12,12,3,3; rhymed aabbccdd
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 36, 2024
Prompt: None.

March 26, 2024 at 7:04pm
March 26, 2024 at 7:04pm
#1066986


Doors

Able was I ere I saw Elba,
across the sea from Corsica,
my captors forcing a
humiliation on me.

An emperor I was,
held Europe to the last,
but downfall clouds the past,
no longer am I free.

And I who owned a palace
am taken now with malice
and judgement oh so callous
unto the house you see.

So low am I become
that still I count my crumbs,
my house may be a slum
but two doors to my glee.



Line count: 16
Rhymed aaab cccb dddb eeeb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 35 2024
Prompt: As per illustration.
Note: I guessed at the location of the house, fairly sure that it would turn out to be Mediterranean. Italy suggested itself, then Portugal, and finally the island of Elba. Which was the first exile chosen for Napoleon after his initial defeat. The first line is a famous palindrome, supposedly reflecting Napoleon’s thoughts while on the island.
March 21, 2024 at 9:26am
March 21, 2024 at 9:26am
#1066675
Hope

Do I know you, Hope,
though toward you I grope?
So often you’re courted
while I’m mostly thwarted.

And I’m Doubting Thomas,
afraid of the promise,
sometimes anointed
to be disappointed.

Though I know that it’s you
that rescues a few,
and I look for your light
in the darkest of nights,

the pain is still greater
when sooner or later
comes the end of the rope
in the sad death of Hope.



Line count: 16
Rhymed couplets
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 34, 2024
Prompt: Hope.
March 12, 2024 at 8:18am
March 12, 2024 at 8:18am
#1066146
The Shadow

The Shadow knows
or so it goes
dark deeds afoot
as black as soot.

He takes the night
beyond our sight
effects his schemes
while we’re in dreams.

Only the morn
reluctant dawn
brings light of day
to Shadow’s play.

And so we muse
on paltry clues
to evil done
where Shadow’s run.



Line count: 16
Form: Four quatrains rhymed aabb, four syllables per line
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 33 2024
Prompt: Shadow.

March 6, 2024 at 10:40am
March 6, 2024 at 10:40am
#1065706
The End

And so great Death hangs dark upon us all,
The foreseen stop that ends our tallied days,
And heed we clear that final sounding call
To say farewell to sun’s departing rays.

So black the night that falls upon that day,
No news escapes to speak of what it holds,
And time may last or fritter right away;
Death’s cloak still hides such secrets in its folds.

Thus doom reigns grim on our benighted selves,
This passing of the things that we hold dear,
Attendant now upon our mem’ries’ shelves;
We turn to face the darkest of our fears.

Yet life itself was always bound to fall;
What follows may be greatest of it all.



Line count: 14
Form: Sonnet - 14 lines, 10 syllables per line, rhymed abab cdcd efef gg, three quatrains and a couplet, this last being a volta!
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 32 2024
Prompt: Write a sonnet.

February 26, 2024 at 6:27pm
February 26, 2024 at 6:27pm
#1064939
Bridge

Indeed, I’ll throw a span or two
across the gap and stream below,
and offer my support to you,
but in the north the blizzard blows.

Remember that the weather rules
and snow can build to mighty weight,
the wind and rain can be so cruel,
till straining timbers meet their fate.

If you’d wish me disaster proof
and safe for all who would use me,
then build me shelter and a roof,
a bridge to warmer climes I’ll be.



Line count: 12
Rhymed abab, 8 syllables per line
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 31 2024
Prompt: Illustration of a covered wooden bridge.

February 22, 2024 at 8:27am
February 22, 2024 at 8:27am
#1064669
Allesley Churchyard

I’m on the outside looking in,
my feet in the street,
traffic at my back,
all noise and motion,
but my eyes on the scene
through gateway arch
to the churchyard and peace
shaded by the yew trees
in dark seclusion,
heads together,
they whisper of their roots
buried deep beneath the soil
with the sleepers at their rest,
in a different country now,
their stone testaments
fading with the years,
and I, contemplating
mortality.



Line count: 18
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 30
Prompt: Gateway.

February 13, 2024 at 7:51am
February 13, 2024 at 7:51am
#1064115
Lost

Oh, bright the sparkling light of that first dawn
when we, the babe, do greet our wak’ning morn
with lusty cries, indignant, angry fists,
and bleary eyes clamped tight against the mists.

Our solace then our mother’s warming breast,
so beats the heart from chest to tiny chest
till mild and gentle sleep the sobs doth soothe,
our anger stilled in consolation smooth.

How soon those birthing moments lost to time
do fade beneath life’s mesmerising rhyme
our former home of comfort tightly wound
forgotten now behind the daily round.



Line count: 12
Form: Sonnet, iambic pentameter, rhymed aabb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 2024
Prompt: Lost.


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