National Poetry Month Day 30

     It's hard to believe that it's already the last day of National Poetry Month.  It just flew by so fast, it feels like it was just yesterday that I was posting day 1 and 2.  This month has really helped me to get my blog off the ground and find my voice among my fellow bloggers.  I look forward to posting on here regularly, as well as next April and all the Aprils that follow.  Thank you to all who have followed me along this journey and to those who will continue to follow me as the years go on.  :)

     Anyway, for the last day I would like to share a poem that I wrote about writer's block.  It's another very short poem, but it accurately describes the common feeling of not knowing what to write about.

Writer's Block

Hanging over your head,

like a thick, grey storm cloud.

Blocking all thoughts from entering.

Making it hard to write.

National Poetry Month Day 29

Today's poem is a very short and simple poem that I wrote.  It is about night, and I like it for its simplicity.

Night

Like a velvet blanket,

pulled up over our heads,

we are left in the dark,

with lanterns above our heads.

National Poetry Month Day 26, 27 and 28

     I got a little behind on posting this weekend.  To make up for that I am going to post three new poems today.

     The assignment for this first poem was to was to write a poem about something that is important to you.  I chose to write about my digital camera.

Digital Camera

I step into my backyard with my camera.

The setting sun is shining on the deep red color as I walk around looking for a subject.

I focus on a flower with a baby bumble bee hovering over it.

I press the silver button with my finger.

The image appears on the tiny screen.

I glance at the captured image, nod my approval and walk away.

Looking for another subject to capture forever.

     The second poem is one that I wrote about swinging.  I was trying to capture the feeling of sitting on a swing and going higher and higher.  This was the result.

Swinging

I pump my legs in and out to get going.

Higher and higher I go.

The cold wind slaps my face as I fly forward.

I close my eyes and imagine that the swing is not there and I am just flying.

Flying through the sky.

My mind is clear and I feel free from all my troubles.

It's like being in a world all my own.

If only for a few minutes.

   Lastly, is a poem that I wrote about the seasons.  I may have posted this one already, but its a nice simple poem, and I like it.  

Seasons

Winter to Spring,

Spring to Summer,

Summer to Fall,

Fall to Winter.

Four seasons,

always changing,

in a never-ending cycle.

Winter to Spring,

Spring to Summer,

Summer to Fall,

Fall to Winter.

National Poetry Month Day 25

I got the inspiration to write this poem from the notebook that I wrote it in.  The inspiration came from a quote in the top left corner that said "Let the thankful heart sweep through the day"- Henry Ward Beecher, so naturally, I wrote a poem about the thankful heart.  This was the result.

The Thankful Heart

Sweeping through the day,

is the thankful heart.

Always the last to go to sleep,

and the first to wake up.

The thankful heart,

can never be forgotten.

National Poetry Month Day 23 and 24

     Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I didn't get home until late, because I was in Massachusetts at Ikea with my mom, sister, and grammie.  It was a lot of fun and we ended up with a whole bunch of stuff.
     Anyway, today I am going to post two poems to make up for that.  For yesterday, I have a poem that I wrote about a piece of pottery that I found on the beach.  I don't remember which beach, probably New Castle Commons or York Beach as those are pretty much the only two we usually go to, but I love this poem nonetheless.

Gift of the Sea

Tossing and turning through the tide

like a wiggly worm,

is a tiny piece of pottery.

As the wave lick the rough edges,

they become smooth like silk.

Eventually, the ocean spits it out

onto the sand,

and it sits until 

someone walks over and 

brings it home.

This is the gift of the sea.

     Today, it is Poem in your Pocket day.  Basically, it is a day when you share that one specific poem you really like so that other people can enjoy it to.  For this occasion, I am posting a recent poem of mine that I wrote for the creative writing class that I am currently taking.  The poem is about the road of life that we are walking along.  I really like this poem, because it has a lot of meaning behind it through this one metaphor that life is a road on which we must walk.  

The Road of Life

We are all walking along our own paths,

other people may walk it with you,

but no one can walk it for you.

Sometimes we come upon a detour,

sometimes we come to an intersection,

sometimes we are faced with an obstacle,

but we always end up where we are supposed to be,

along our walk of life.

National Poetry Month Day 22

This is a poem about brainstorming.  I was trying to capture the essence to a brainstorm with this one, and I think I accomplished this goal.

Brainstorm

The sound of pencils being dragged across paper,

every inch holding a word or phrase,

that might just be the beginning,

of a wonderful story.

A brainstorm has only just begun.

National Poetry Month Day 20 and 21

Sorry I didn't post yesterday, I didn't get a chance to log on to my computer with all the Easter festivities.  Today I am going to post two Haiku's that I wrote a while ago.  Both have the theme of Autumn/Thanksgiving, a little out of season, considering it's the end of April, but a poem's a poem, right?

I hear the leaves crunch,

on the ground beneath my feet,

as I walk around.

I smell the aroma,

of delicious home-baked goods,

Thanksgiving is here.

     The hardest thing about writing a Haiku is keeping the five-seven-five pattern going.  I always have trouble trying to keep the syllable count at the right number.  Another thing about Haiku's that I am not a fan of is that they don't have that deeper meaning behind them that other poems have, they are very blunt and straight-forward.