Poetry Week Two 2025

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Day 5

After Me

What if they struggle after me?

What if they suddenly can’t see

The world as bright or as sweet? 

What if they can’t avoid deceit

Because I only want them to know love?

Terrors that moms think of

As we prepare angels to live

In a world more take than give

So before you steal or cheat or go wild

Remember each person is a mother’s child 

Day 6

Don’t React

Don’t act, don’t blink, don’t laugh

That ever so nervous laugh 

That can give it all away

Just bite that tongue, nothing to say 

Ugly girls aren’t meant for this

Unwanted interest, this stolen kiss 

Fending off hands that want to roam

Who invited you into my home

Maybe all the ugly isn’t vested in me

Send him away, leave me be

Day 6.5

My hobbit brain wanted another short take, so:

Short

Keep it short, keep it brief 

Keep your sad, keep your grief 

Day 7

Intensity

Will they, won’t they?

The cliff stands near

What will they say?

What will we hear?

Did they, do they?

How did we miss it?

Wait another day

Did he kiss it?

Why her, why him?

It could have been me

But someone’s whim

Forged different intensity

Day 8

Love Lost

It starts as a fire

Sparked in the heart

Sometimes desire

Turns to torn apart 

Love is to blame

For turning two to one

But it becomes bad flame

When it comes undone 

What once united

Now tears asunder 

One once knighted

Is wave pulling under

So how do we hold on

To love and keep it growing 

For if it is gone

We may regret its knowing

Day 9

Inspired

Splashes of paint on canvas

This is art

I am art

Famous in imperfection

Perfected by the eyes

Of the beholder 

Day 10

Numbered

They numbered us and let us go

Watching for what we would sow

But quickly forgot our real name

Being numbered is not the same

As being loved, being known

We know of no love greater shown 

Than one who knows our inner hearts

And never, from us, departs

Day 11

Choose

In the moment, we must choose

Will we win or will we lose 

Who are we now, who to become

Are we a part or the final sum

Do we let abuse or love

Tell us what we hope of

Do we seek deep inside our soul

And find there a deeper role 

Some are better through nurture

While others blame faults on nature

A DOSE OF POETRY

DAY 5

Believe I loved you from the moment we met

Or would you think it makes no sense

To love someone who lost a bet

That this one was indeed a girl

Not a man trying to take the world

Because a real women in bytes is rare

And now we meet again somewhere

And you don’t believe the history we share

Because monsters outside imagination prove

Too real, too strong, for us to move

Does it make sense that a million miles

Can’t dull the warmth of your smile

When you forget and think once more of me

As the true love you claimed me to be

But the present returns and we wrench free

From illusions that we could only see

When the the sun sinks down, the moons reveal

The dreams we hide behind the real

~~

DAY 6

Lost in the dream where old friends can meet

Without wearing out our slightly aged feet

Lost in the dream of time truly cherished

Reassured that friendship hasn’t perished

So if I tell you I thought of you today

Know that I mean it in a loving way

And I remind you I want to see you again

Know that I mean it and we will both win

If we join forces to take a moment together

~~

DAY 7

I can never get too much of you

Though I know you don’t feel as I do

Drunk on love, wrapped up in your eyes

Being lured in by little white lies

Yet too little exists

Too much is a myth

I take all you have to give

And yet need more to live

In this dream, illusion of two

Locked in an embrace, me and you

~~

DAY 8

They tell you that you aren’t enough

But don’t tell you that life is tough

To make you stronger, force you to grow

They try to tell you that you just don’t know

Yet somehow wisdom creeps in

And you won’t give in again

When they tell you to give up, become their doll

So you laugh, break free of their thrall

And you’ll be the one to finally confess

That you were more though they called you less

~~

DAY 9

What is broken can not be fixed

Even when the harmer has been nixed

Though they deny your denial

They never accept they are on trial

So the egg once broken remains apart

Much like a shattered, untamed heart

Yet when you breathe deep, build anew

The broken pieces can help to renew 

And create perfection from cracks and scars

For we are made better by what is ours

~~

DAY 10

Sweetness on my tongue

Warmed on the vine by the sun

I reach past the thorns to claim

A love with a well known name

Let your juices flow through

Erasing any pain I knew

As nature’s nectar briefly heals

The darkness that so often steals

The strength to enjoy moments like this

Given one sweet blackberry kiss

~~

DAY 11

Where do you find it, this power

Do you find it in the witch’s hour

Is it in the flame that lights the fire

That warms the heart, stokes desire

Is it lost on us as we are lost
Do we seek it no matter the cost

Or is the power in humble hearts

Turning down more vaunted parts

In this great play of life

Or is it sharp like the edge of the knife?

~~I made an executive decision to post more poems at once. That way I only have to remember once a week to poem you up. I also took some inspiration from Emily Dickinson and decided to give numbers instead of names.~~

FLUID [POETRY]

Fluid hearts seeking out the future

A different one for each feature

They ever admired in face or form

And when one fails to keep you warm

You seek another, moving on

As if love never bloomed for the gone

Fluid lies flowing from practiced lips

Never once does the truth slip

Because the lies have more power

To keep close for one more hour

The one we don’t really want to keep

When night ends and we rise from sleep

Fluid forms never commit to a self

So take that scalpel from the shelf

And make the old into someone new

And yet, no matter what we do

We always become ourself in the end

Maybe we should learn to be our own friend

The first poem of National Poetry Month. Will one arrive every day? Only time will tell, so feel free to check back and weigh in....