Here we go! The first of each month will be a poem for you guys to try. Then I will pick one the first week of next month and post it for everyone to read.
Since St. Patrick Day is coming up. Write a poem associated with this holiday. Examples: write about leprechauns, clovers, pot of gold, land of Ireland or about the holiday itself. Poem can be in an form style you want and can be short or long. Here is an example of one of my old poems associated with the holiday.
Posted on March 16, 2012 by N. K. Hasen
What luck I see in the meadow yonder?
A meadow of glorious green,
Waving their four leaf fingers,
In the coming of the season.
Clovers abound through the field,
Dancing to an Irish jig.
Back and forth they sway,
In their green Irish way.
I walk among them with delight,
As I stoop to pick a leaf.
I held it in my hand,
And finally make my wish to send.
To submit you can either link the poem you have from your blog in the comments or if the poem is not to long you can type it in the comment section. I look forward to the submissions!!
Southern belle she was
Until war ravaged her streets
She emerge greatly
Ocean front side view
Rainbow color fronts line street
Take photos of homes
Out in harbor lies
An old fort gone through wars, now
Lie hidden between the new
Try to seek them out
Old city with charm
Founded sixteen seventy
Dreams disappear in cloud of smoke
Particles only remain in dust
Of lost dreams that are gone
Never to come true they have parted the mind
Disappeared forever until a day
When something hits you over the head
Brings you back and to the dream you thought had gone
City shuts its lighted eyes close
One eye than the next dims
Until the streets of city fall asleep
They slumber in unease sleep
Making uttering noises as they toss and turn
Which are old cars and trucks coughing down roadway
Streets sleel through rough dreams
Hoping tomorrow night will be less traffic;
Easy sleep at end of the day
Laying on floor
Covered with dog bones
Blanket on floor
Pawing till just right
For I will consider my dog Chelsey.
For she is my loyal companion and best friend.
For under my roof she lives with me quietly waiting for her favorite activities to do.
For she is a great window watcher laying down by sliding glass doors waiting for those activity words to be heard.
For once she hears one of those words, she will stand upon all fours paws looking at me in earnest.
For when at that moment she will stretch her forward paws and then her back to get ready to go.
For also she will let a rolling yawn come out of her mouth, her pink tongue coming out and then shake her whole body indicating she is ready.
For first activity of enjoyment are walks in morning and evening before sunset.
For I strap the harness around her neck, then clip a leash, her eyes dance with excitement.
For once outside she will swagger her walk going around the sidewalk; stopping sometimes to sniff around.
For she will go out in all types of weather be it beautiful, snow, rain, humid and cold.
For second word of activity is meal time where twice a day she is fed.
For hearing the kibbles go into the bowl; she is there in a blink of an eye waiting; eyeing her food.
For I have to give her a release food so she doesn’t inhale her food too fast.
For next activity is playtime.
For she will run around the room; zooming fast around.
For also it may involve a stuff toy that has her attention as she shakes it in her mouth, letting the squeaking be heard with delight in her eyes.
For another activity sometimes amuses her is taking photos of her in different settings.
For she has a smile that I capture with my camera.
For she will give different expressions every time I snap a picture.
For she knows she will get something in return; normally a treat or two.
For she will tolerate the dressing up; the hats; the bandanas and glasses too.
For she will probably think she is star which is true.
For I have many prints and wall decor of her everywhere in my rooms.
For her last activity of enjoyment she considers her favorite.
For she learns and practices over and over again until sometime without telling her she will do it from heart.
For they involve commands that always leads to treats at the end.
For she will sit then stay with perfection until she can’t hold and want to do the next command without hesitation.
For sometimes I have repeat so can paid attention to my signals both verbal and by hand.
For next command to look at me and then lay down and wait as I move closer to the finally act.
For I will place treats on her paws and say leave it as she looks at me smiling; waiting with a happy drooling doggy grin for the release of the word to her treats.
For once that word is spoken she wastes no time devouring those treats; crumbs and all until nothing remains left.
For these activities are her favorite and brings our bond closer then ever.
For she is my loyal companion and best friend in a furry coat who loves me know matter what activities we do together.
My dearest planet Earth,
What will become of your future?
Your ice caps begin to melt at the poles
Raising the sea water to high levels
When we don’t know when they overflow our banks
To possibly flood us out
And land masses sink below
Your wild nature shinks before my eyes
Forests disappear in a heartbeat under our destruction
Our vast animals now begin to dwindle to extinction
Lands begin to dry causing fires to invade;
Destroying everything in its path.
What will our children see of you, Earth?
Will they see a thriving place to live?
Or will they from space look at you with sad eyes
As they leave the planet we have used for so many generation.
What will become of you, oh Earth?
My planet of life;
I hope in our coming days we will find a way
To secure a future for another 5,000 years.