2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 17

The April PAD (Poem-A-Day) Challenge is designed to help poets do one thing and one thing only: Write more poems! The process of revision may go on for weeks, months, and years later, but this challenge is all about getting that first draft. Please poem along with us–either in the comments below or silently at home.

For today’s prompt, write an express poem. This might be about an express train or express delivery. It might have something to do with expression painting. However you come at this prompt, be sure to express yourself.

Here’s my attempt at an express poem:


she smiles
but doesn’t talk
except to say the wrong thing

her expressions
her mannerisms
confuse everyone

except her
because she knows
her ambiguity

is a subtle expression of art


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219 thoughts on “2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 17

  1. PKP

    On the local

    She thought she stepped onto
    The express
    Bright smile
    Arms filled with books
    And bright anticipation
    Of her soon to come destination
    Until the first of many stops
    Began to repeat

  2. Nadienne

    She is the expert
    in the ways that words / spoken
    are like butterflies / squashed,
    boxes / opened
    to the potentially dead kittens inside.
    Better to smile and smile . . .

  3. Yolee

    When We Take Express Routes

    we miss the clear view
    of our nature. Things love
    has yet to birth become
    a blur in nests. Red
    flowers and veiny leaves
    blend as if their function
    is to color the rush
    and not tend
    to their pace.

  4. Glory


    Hair washed-out, streaked with grey,
    eyes a faded blue,
    is it true, no it cannot be.

    Crows-feet etched beneath those eyes
    lines at mouth and chin,
    when I wonder did it all begin?

    This expression!!

  5. vsbryant1


    Expressing my love for you
    X seconds, X minutes, X hours, X days
    Passion like no other
    Rapture that can never be tamed
    Excited is all that I can truly say
    Satisfaction that can’t be named
    Seduction that drives the soul insane
    Intense emotional stimulation
    Oh how I love the way our love flows
    Never-ending passion, together for eternity, our vows go deeper than mere ecstasy


  6. Linda Voit

    Expressing Interest

    Stark white against brown grasses of the berm
    of forced perspective, that hides the fence behind them,
    the whooping cranes don’t let me or the others
    in our colorful spring jackets and our pointing
    take their attention from each other as they prance
    knees back, ruffling, then opening wings six
    feet across, head bobbing, high stepping
    lifting their throats together to whoop.
    You can see where they get their name.
    Their whoops can carry for two miles,
    says our guide, but that appears to be of interest
    only to us.

  7. Margot Suydam

    Expressed Greeting

    Greetings to my dearest friend
    who won’t be my lover.
    Things could come to a shameful end,
    please don’t run for cover.

    It was early kindergarten
    when in the sandbox, we
    unlaced our sneakers and
    shouted names at the sea.

    And when our fifth grade teacher told
    us: “Park it on the floor,”
    I reach for a sword made from gold
    and tried to make you roar.

    Leaning on our tenth grade lockers,
    we serenaded girls,
    the words of druggies and rockers
    sung in broken swirls.

    Still at school, my ears glisten
    savoring our sound, your voice:
    even teachers stop to listen,
    and know I have no choice

  8. Jezzie

    Life is an express train heading towards your grave.
    No matter how much you do, or what time you save,
    you’ll be getting there faster than you’ll ever know,
    so get on and enjoy life before it’s time to go!

  9. Deri


    The expression on
    your face says
    everything I need
    to know.

    The eyes reveals
    your trapped monsters
    pounding the glass
    with bloodied fists.
    A crease, like a crack
    in dried clay
    at the corner
    of your mouth
    tells the story
    of how the façade
    cannot hold up
    much longer.

    How I long
    to tear it all down.
    Rip open
    the doors, smash
    those windows,
    release the demons inside,
    and let in the light
    to sweep over
    your dark corners.


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