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2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

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, take the phrase “Everyone (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Everyone Thinks I’m Crazy,” “Everyone Knows the World Is Round,” “Everyone Needs to Leave Me Alone,” or whatever it is that everyone is doing (or not doing).

Here’s my attempt:

“everyone wants to rule the world”

but most can’t run their lives
she thinks the world is a fly
that’s nearly impossible to swat

& when she does another
takes its place & another
they keep buzzing her way

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216 thoughts on “2013 April PAD Challenge: Day 25

  1. LCaramanna

    Everyone Escaped To The Weekend

    Week’s end approached
    one minute remained
    precisely one minute
    marked in sixty seconds
    around the clock face
    minute hand traveled
    with perfect accuracy
    ticked, ticked, ticked away sixty seconds
    student faces eyed the timepiece
    in self-contained anticipation
    counted down sixty seconds
    …5,4,3,2,1,
    dismissal bell sounded
    Everyone Escaped To The Weekend

    Lorraine Caramanna

  2. shethra77

    Everyone Is Too Slow

    is the motto of my nephew. Every
    step he takes is dancing–has his
    inner baby beats–takes
    your hand and
    “Run!”
    and we rush
    up the path
    over the roots scary too
    close to the edge
    too long a drop–block him.
    He will rush over
    fearless
    and tumble on the rocks given
    half a chance
    tumble
    down to the creek.
    Run
    on up the dusty path
    while we stare at wildflowers slowly–
    too slow.
    “Run!”
    He takes my hand.
    Here we go:
    run, run
    run.

  3. vsbryant1

    Everyone

    Everyone laughs
    Everyone cries
    Everyone dance
    Everyone stands

    Everyone shy’s away from the pain
    Everyone runs towards what can be gain
    Everyone feels like no one else can
    Everyone hurts because that part of the heart is the same

    Everyone laughs
    Everyone cries
    Everyone dance
    Everyone stands

  4. Michelle Hed

    Everyone What?

    Everyone wants to be
    Validated, to feel worthy, a sense of
    Empowerment in their own
    Reality, seeking
    Youth, love, money, health, happiness
    Or whatever it is they think they want
    Never stopping, until
    Every last thing has been acquired…

    Wasting youth, love, money, health,
    Happiness… in the acquirement of the next, best thing.
    Actuality takes her time in enlightening you
    To what you really want…time.

  5. dr todd harris

    Everyone ReSeeding Eden
    by dr todd harris

    Seconds’ illusive country moths
    chase flame
    flicker –
    any glowing fancy

    catching
    fragile powdered wings
    unbeaten

    hosting
    delicate fleeting feet
    unbroken

    capturing altogether’s pairs
    circumnavigating uncertainty’s lofty lairs

    Everyone reseeding Eden

  6. PuffofSmokePoems

    Everyone, Your Homework

    is: Loosen your stingy heart
    that keeps you strangled
    barely breathing
    telling your self No
    all day long.
    Give yourself the big gift of
    What you Really Want. Heart’s desire.
    It might be something simple
    like letting yourself
    assign homework to the whole world.

    Window shop the whole earth
    for the gift that brings
    mysterious smiles at two p.m.
    and makes you leap
    into each morning
    eager for more.

    You’ll know when you find it, whatever
    makes you feel like
    these poems feel to me—
    Something bountiful and wise
    Tugging your brain through
    crowded fields of weeks.

    And if that’s too big, too generous,
    start small. Stop in the middle of the field.
    Make believe your heart’s desires are
    bright red berries you gather
    growing close to the ground
    hidden by real leaves.

  7. Jezzie

    Not Everyone

    Everyone loves the thrill of the chase,
    everyone wants to win their race,
    but not everyone’s up to the pace,
    so everyone needs to lose with grace.

    Everyone loves an exciting thrill,
    everyone wants to fly down the hill,
    but fun often comes before a spill,
    so everyone needs to relax and chill.

    Everyone loves a partner to win,
    everyone wants romance to begin,
    but romance might soon start to wear thin
    so everyone needs to have a thick skin!

    Everyone loves their heart to lose,
    everyone wants a spouse to choose,
    but not everyone has someone to amuse,
    so everyone needs a hug for their blues.

  8. RJ Clarken

    Secrets

    “Everyone has secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.” ~Stieg Larsson

    I have a secret. Can you guess?
    You have one, too? I expect so.
    Let’s talk: a little quid pro quo,
    or is it something you’d suppress?

    I’ll figure it out, nonetheless.
    A secret yearning you can’t show?
    You have one, too? I expect so.
    I have a secret. Can you guess?

    I’m crushed on you. Yes, I confess.
    Do you have feelings you’d bestow
    on me? … You had me at ‘Hello.’???
    Oh wow! Goodbye to mental chess.
    We share a secret. Can you guess!

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  9. finallyhereiam

    Everyone needs a good laugh

    Of chuckles, and giggles
    And mischief that wriggles,
    Its way out of sober facades;

    Of peals, and guffaws,
    That know, no pause,
    Are Life’s countless Joys, and its rhythms.
    May start with a fake, a moment it takes,
    To catch on, and spread like Fire wild.

    And that rancour runs out,
    To see laughter sprout,
    Dare not it come near, Life’s mirthful child.

  10. Sally Jadlow

    Everyone Dances

    To the beat of a different drummer.

    Some, to the staccato beat
    of a compulsive accomplisher.

    Others, to the soft pulse
    of a sliding slacker.

    For me, I’ll dance to the tune
    in my head at the moment
    and be grateful for the ability
    to hear the beat.

  11. Yolee

    Everyone feels the Same Sun and Rain

    It all depends on
    what is planted
    in the soil of belief.

    Just as an apple seed
    produces its own kind,
    so do kernels of greatness
    or defeat yield their order.

    Let the wheelbarrow
    carry your harvest,
    and the heart,
    gratitude.

  12. alana sherman

    I Don’t Know About Everyone
    Else, But I Can Barely Manage Me

    Thinking about everyone else
    made me so tired
    I had to take a nap
    and I dreamed about songs
    and Beagles. Why would
    anyone buy a Beagle? Everyone
    knows that the only dogs
    worth owning are Airedales!
    Wait—maybe the Beagle wasn’t
    a beagle but a symbol of intuition,
    and good intentions. And everyone
    knows of all dogs Beagles are the most
    sensitive—I’m very sensitive
    so maybe the Beagle is me!
    Every day I look at others
    they all seem to be just fine
    How does everyone else who writes
    come up with line after line?
    I’m reduced to scribble and blather
    while everyone else works like machines
    Though I’m writing—filling pages
    I’m still left wondering what it all means.

    alana

  13. Kimiko Martinez

    EVERYBODY BLEEDS

    Thursday, April 25, 2013

    Everybody bleeds
    There’s a story for every line
    striping her forearms;
    a name for every slice,
    for every time they called her
    slut or dyke or wetback.

    There’s a tear for every cut
    she now covers
    with long sleeves;
    for every time she believed
    the lies of the unloved.

  14. Linda Voit

    Everyone knew

    Everyone knew the vertical ovals raised
    to the choir director in unison
    on Christmas cards were just
    an artistic representation
    of children’s real mouths singing
    alleluia! Everyone except me.
    So I stood out that year
    in the Christmas pageant.

  15. Tracy Davidson

    Everyone’s a Winner

    step right on up folks
    win a bear for your loved one
    score forty or more

    step right on up folks
    cuddle your loved one and ride
    the tunnel of love

    step right on up folks
    see the fat bearded lady
    play hurdy-gurdy

    step right on up folks
    now dare you take the ghost train
    scare yourself silly

    step right on up folks
    everyone’s a winner
    or your money back

  16. Mr. Walker

    Everyone Begins

    you know it’s true
    the question is when

    some begin every day
    each day is a new tablet

    on which life is carved
    or tapped out digitally

    some began long ago
    and just carry on

    keeping calm is optional
    though preferable

    some haven’t begun yet
    but they will

    some have begun already
    but have questioned

    that previous beginning
    and are thinking

    of starting over
    a franchise reboot

    some begin and stop
    over and over again

    questioning too much
    trusting not enough

    who is now the question
    who are you beginning to be

  17. WayneLMurphy

    “Everyone knows…”

    Everyone knows something about themselves
    that they never tell anyone else
    It may be a something they hold onto forever,
    they may even take it to their grave

    It could be about how they’ve wronged someone
    it may be about a lost love
    It may involve them being abused,
    it could be an act of war

    It is bottled up and pushed deep inside
    never to be reveled to anyone
    Sometimes we can not live with the secret
    and then it all comes undone

    Wayne L Murphy 4/25/13

  18. tunesmiff

    EVERYBODY BELIEVES SOMETHING
    (c) 2013 – G. Smith (BMI)
    ————————————————————-
    Everybody believes something,
    That’s how they get along;
    Some think life’s a journey,
    Others sing it like a song.

    Some think they have all the answers,
    Then there are those who don’t know what to think;
    But if you’re asking me, I’ll tell you –
    I believe,
    I’ll have,
    Another drink.

    Some folks believe evolution,
    Others say it ain’t so;
    Some believe that right’s the right way,
    Others that left’s the only way to go.

    Some believe in a lot of little things,
    And they’ll toss in the kitchen sink.
    But I say it’s all much simpler than that:
    I believe,
    I’ll have,
    Another drink.

    I once believed that she and me
    Would make it to the end.
    Deep down I knew that we
    Would always be lovers and best friends.
    How was I to know
    The end would come so soon?
    That’s why you’ll find me in this bar,
    On a Thursday afternoon.

    Yeah, some folks believe love is the answer,
    Others act like it’s hate;
    Some belive Jesus is coming soon,
    Others that we’ve got a long wait.

    Most people always tell the truth,
    Some with a nod and wink.
    But I’ll give it to you, right from the heart:
    I believe,
    I’ll have,
    Another drink.

  19. drwasy

    Everyone Has an Opinion

    You see them on tv
    lips flapping, sage
    white skulls nodding
    sweat slicked, a patina

    You hear them in the store
    carts piled with 20 cans
    and cartons in the 12 or less
    kids crying for candy

    They tell you from the pulpit
    fire-embossed words spewed
    from crystal windows
    with singular views

    You read them on facebook
    on twitter & pinterest
    perfect happy lives
    with perfect happy answers

    You hear them yammer
    from the front desk
    the rear of the bus
    the tabloids
    the white house
    the police line up
    the front page
    the billboards
    the talkshows
    the picket line
    the shrink’s couch
    the graveyard

    Everyone has an opinion
    louder than war
    denser than earth
    white noise that buries
    my voice
    and yours

  20. Margot Suydam

    Everyone told me not to come
    I did not want to hear
    their warnings and then some
    You are what I most fear

    yet I have traveled so far from
    home for a slight sight dear
    of you lounge love in sand and sun
    you are never too near

    Everyone told me not to come
    I did not want to dear
    yet I am beating on your drum
    the last thing you will hear.

  21. Rachel Blake

    Everyone wants approval,
    or so it seems t me,
    except the psychopathic
    who of need for it are free.
    So what harm then,
    the odd kind word,
    a smile or two or three.
    It comes back to you,
    approving mutually.

  22. bahmed22

    “Everyone is sad Inside”

    I do look happy
    I do look glad
    I move around the party
    And for hours I sing with the band

    I smile and laugh and talk
    And I dance, making a grandstand
    And you might think
    He is the happiest man in this land

    But if you really look deep inside
    Everyone is sad
    And so am I

  23. Alphabet Architect

    Everyone is a Comedian

    You’re unemployed
    Over stressed
    Everyone is a comedian

    You’ve lost your wallet,
    Your job, your house
    Everyone is a comedian

    You’re mending from surgery
    It hurts to laugh
    Everyone is a comedian

    You fall on your face
    Make a fool of yourself
    Everyone is a comedian

    You crack a joke
    At a dinner party -Voila!
    Everyone is not a comedian

  24. Alpha1

    Everyone has God on their Side

    When God is for you
    who can be against
    who got your back
    when you leanin on
    the fence
    when the country goes
    to war in the
    name of peace
    whose name do they call
    to make the
    bloodshed cease
    you kill and you maim
    can’t do no wrong cause
    the star spangled banner
    God wrote that song
    so whatever you say
    makes the whole thing right
    cause for all you know
    the dark is the light
    you don’t have to run
    find no place to hide
    for whatever you do
    God is on your side

  25. Deri

    Everyone Sings In The Shower

    Everyone
    sings in the shower
    or the car
    mumbling at stop
    lights, hoping
    no one else
    notices them.

    Everyone glances
    in darkened windows
    for a glimpse
    of their own reflection
    hoping the bathroom
    mirror didn’t lie
    this morning.

    Everyone wonders
    what they look like
    walking away, hoping
    against hope
    it is the saddest sight.

    Everyone checks their phone,
    in case it was accidently
    turned off. No one
    likes being ignored.

    We all spin in circles
    grabbing for hands
    to keep us steady,
    hands that will clap
    in time as we
    sing in the shower.

  26. Rachel Blake

    Everyone Could

    Strive to be
    what you want to be
    Tinker, Tailor
    basket maker
    disco dancer
    photography
    but remember
    not to hinder
    others’ dreams
    or rights or being
    and just get on
    with self discovery
    make it real
    become satisfied
    and understand
    seek contentment
    and be happy

  27. De Jackson

    Everyone Lies
    (Fib? Oh, not she.)

    Held
    tight
    in his
    gaze, she lays
    down the law, slays drag
    -on and song and all that silence.
    He stirs, and she smiles; woos the stars
    for this while, knows that
    shades of truth
    shake loose
    when
    bent.

    .

  28. carolecole66

    Ugh. When You’re Stuck, Write a Pantoum

    Everyone was talking about it; the boy who saved his sister
    or the dog did it; I couldn’t get the story clear. I only knew
    that songs were everywhere and people smiled that day.
    I took off from school and hung around the town square.

    Maybe the dog did it; I couldn’t get the story clear. I only knew
    I would remember the day I marched in the parade
    I took off from school and hung around the town square
    hoping to score a dime bag or a meal.

    I would remember the day that I marched in a parade
    though I hated parades and didn’t like crowds.
    I hoped to score a dime bag or a meal
    so I stuck close to the people with money.

    I’ve hated parades since I was a child and didn’t like crowds.
    The museum was just down the street and I headed there
    where I could stick by the people with money.
    I eyed their wallets and bags and listened to their stories.

    The museum was just down the street; I could walk there.
    Everyone went for lunch and to sit awhile in the sun.
    I watched their wallets and purses and listened to stories.
    I stood in the shadows and basked in their reflected light

    Everyone went for lunch that day and sat together in the sun.
    Songs were everywhere and people smiled.
    I stood back in the shadows and basked in their light.
    Everyone talked about it: the mythic hero, the helpless girl.

  29. ewdupler

    Everyone Knows Its Mean

    Nobody knows just what you’ve done,
              you really should come clean.
    I know you thought it was for fun,
              but others think it mean.

    A toothbrush with a numbing goo,
              was actually not bad.
    But hair remover in shampoo,
              will make her very mad.

  30. Julieann

    Everyone Loves a Clown

    The face paint
    The funny nose
    The big clumsy feet
    The costumes from
    Ballerina skirt to
    Swimwear to a tux

    Clowns make us laugh
    Clowns make us forget
    Clowns arrive in teeny, tiny cars
    Clowns are shot from a cannon
    Their antics are hilarious
    Especially leading a sing along

    They tumble
    They juggle
    They run
    They do silly tricks
    Their whole being is to
    Make us laugh

    Everyone loves a clown –
    Except me

  31. missjoyce

    Prompt:
    Everybody ___

    Everybody Smiles

    Its an “every year” thing
    when all relatives come
    to bond and be happy.

    Young ones would dance and sing
    others would laugh, not some –
    too much pain and worry.

    Each one had their baggage
    health troubles, some of loss,
    finances or children.

    Wives took their husbands’ rage;
    one took one from their boss.
    All these Fielder women.

    They lied, their wounded hearts.
    They didn’t want disgrace,
    though the pain’s seen from miles.

    Between the hurtful parts,
    at least they have these days,
    where everybody smiles.

  32. P.A. Beyer

    Everyone Wants to Be Australian

    I dream of a walkabout. Where wind sweeps over the souls of land and man. Where blood and red sand run as one. I stare into the eyes of our ancestors’ father. Eyes so black it shames night. I listen to his toothless whisper about a matter of life and death. The didjereedo confuses and comforts. The light from the southern cross reminds me to appreciate the sky. And all along the banks of the Yarra I meet beautiful people with a criminal’s smile.

  33. happys

    ~Everyone Can Learn~

    Everyone can learn from one another
    From each person, every person or any person

    From an innocent child for its carefree laughter
    Childlike faith to imperishable hope we sought after

    From people we admire and draw our inspiration
    Reaching our goals to our dream destination

    From biographies of people who went ahead of us
    Lessons from their lives are all valuable to ask

    From elder people moving to their twilight zone
    Wisdom from them are worth more than precious stone

    Everyone can learn since learning is a non-stop process
    Travel, books or art works will surely carry us to the path of progress

  34. BDP

    “Everyone Wants to Go Back” (Ballad)

    You drive the hills of double lines
    and secrets streaming in.
    Arrive to chairs among the pine
    Dad planted at age ten

    and wrap yourself with warmth that sifts
    soft through the high branches
    of this basilica. The gifts
    are still here, the handshakes

    one life extends to yet another,
    the treeroot railing down
    to where loon newborns ride on mothers’
    backs as their fathers warn

    of danger through their tremolo.
    Your parents had that once
    for you, a place. You can go home.
    There’s truth in the distance.

    B Peters

  35. Raina Masters

    Everyone sing along, you know the words

    “Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow” is the line
    I’d scream the loudest as I sang that Cornershop
    song when I was around fourteen and thought it was
    hilarious and thought it would annoy my mom, but it
    really didn’t, since my friend Katie would soon turn
    me on to Nine Inch Nails and I’ll never forget the
    look on her face when my little stereo blasted the
    words “I wanna fuck you like an animal” and she swore
    she’d break all of my NIN cd’s, but she never did.
    She ended taking me to see them live and danced all night.

  36. Larry

    “Everyone’s going to be there”.

    Come on Mom all the cool kids are going to be there
    It’s the only place where all the fun is.
    The water is majorly warm
    The grass is totally green
    The candy and hot dogs are free.
    The Sun don’t never set.
    Laughter is a requirement
    The high dive is a hundred feet
    I cannot get hurt, it’s guaranteed
    Mom there is a Ferris wheel
    Pony rides and a roller coaster.
    Can I go Mom Everyone’s going to be there?
    Where is it you ask?
    Well Mom it’s a place that only comes once a year
    A place I am sure you and Dad remember
    Mom it’s a place called summer.
    Thanks Mom I love you.

  37. bxpoetlover

    Everybody Sings Along

    shouting yo that is my song
    swaying necks and hips
    tapping feet to the beat
    humming and mangling
    verses and first
    listening to get it right
    until they own it word for word.
    If we are wise that is how we live
    stumbling but learning along the way
    until we get smooth with it

  38. Ann Graham Price

    “flattery, of which imitation is the sincerest form”

    everyone lived in an ugly cow town
    (with dull unthinking so many knows down)
    birth youth age death
    they shouted their isms they flung their hate

    women and men (and children too)
    circled the wagons to keep not-us out
    they oiled their other they drove their strange
    city suburb village grange

    some people guessed (but only a few
    and down they forgot as upward they grew
    age death birth youth)
    that no one remembered untruth by untruth

    late by never and why by why not
    she always remembered yet never forgot
    rake by august and heaven by hell
    was anyone’s way to talk but untell

    somebodies married their no ones-but-him
    they nothinged their chatting they danced their undid
    (sleep wake work and then) they
    said their farewells and unstood by the door

    stars rain sun moon
    (and only the chaff can seem to explain
    how no one remembers and many regret
    with dull unthinking so many knows down)

    one day nobody died i guess
    (and nobody unwept to mourn the loss)
    all were too busy to stop for a look
    nothing by nothing and cranny by nook

    shallow by shallow and none too deep
    and less by less they undream when asleep
    someone and no one betwixt by between
    and nothing at all can appear if it’s seen.

    women and men (both worth and unworth)
    youth age death birth
    unreaped as unsown, they unplayed their ungame
    sun moon stars rain

  39. Marian O'Brien Paul

    Everyone needs to read this ballad about something that happened during a year-long stay in Turkey where I to teach English as a Second Language, accompanied by my two teenage daughters :

    Our Harrowing Encounter in Turkey

    “Daughters, daughters what can that be
    all wiggly and crawly, coming at me?”

    Home from work one wintry evening
    my coat and galoshes shed
    I grabbed a sharp knife for cleaving
    veggies to get us all fed.

    One daughter, just learning to cook,
    entered the kitchen offering help.
    “I need a spoon,” I told her. “Look
    over …” She let out a yelp.

    Shifting my eyes, I saw what she saw
    thick as a hotdog and slithery
    a hundred stubbly legs making it yaw.
    My skin was suddenly shrivelly.

    “Daughters, daughters what can that be
    all wiggly and crawly, coming at me?”

    A cappella, spontaneous our scream.
    I threw open the cupboard door.
    Snatching the Raid, I aimed its stream
    to poison that thing on the floor.

    It writhed and wriggled, refusing to die.
    My daughter leaped on a chair.
    Her sister arrived supplementing our cry,
    our shrieking consuming all air.

    “Daughters, daughters what can that be
    all wiggly and crawly, coming at me?”

    With courage, I lifted my sandaled foot
    in spite of my lifelong dread
    and started stomping that critter kaput,
    slipping in Raid till ‘twas dead.

    Our screeching done, now we could hear
    someone pounding our door.
    “I’ll get it,” one daughter said. “I’m near.”
    She slid from table to floor.

    “Daughters, daughters what can that be
    all wiggly and crawly, coming at me?”

    We heard her saying to neighbor boys
    who’d come here to save us,
    “It was only a bug. I’m sorry for the noise.
    I hope you’ll forgive our fuss.”

    Laughing, they ambled back to the stair
    those teenage Turkish heroes
    calling us crazy yabanciler.
    Me, I was wiping Raid from my toes.

    “Daughters, daughters what can that be
    all wiggly and crawly, coming at me?”

  40. cstewart

    Everyone’s Feeling the Change

    Twenty years ago was a depressing time,
    A pall fell over the country.
    The promise of quick money from
    The technology start ups had partially
    Come to fruition bringing out the greed.

    The country was at war for no reason
    Encouraging the poor and uneducated
    To take up the flag of patriotism,
    And give themselves up for the good of
    The corporations.

    All systems were suffering from the
    Drain of the one percent.
    The great middle class was continuing
    To lose ground.
    Healthcare was at the cracking point.

    Drugs were no longer the problem,
    People thought of when thinking
    What is wrong with America.
    They began to wake up to the
    Dissolution of the country.

    Now, there are many grass roots
    Movements pushing forward the
    Agenda of the people.
    It is a time of change and opportunity,
    For the average person to participate,
    In change.

    Cynthia Stewart

  41. omavi

    “Everyone take a pause.”

    Pause
    Breathe
    Don’t rush this or push too hard
    Don’t make a scene or make good bad
    Remember grandma said
    “Chile don’ fret, stop all dat crying..”
    Stop thinking that two steps back
    Will set you up for failure
    Will ruin your life
    Will place you under strain of loss
    The pain of today
    Is only worth the half a blink of eyes
    If you think you will die
    Time has so many surprises in store
    Until the universe decides you will die
    So take a breath
    Let nature blossom before you weary eyes
    Let the sun set while you caress depression
    It will rise and show you that even loss
    Can never deny the brilliant light
    Of a heart striving to always shine
    Sit still and let fluidity of consciousness
    Pass you by for just a couple times
    Remembering the conscious will
    Never falter and never stop
    Always plotting the path that
    Dissects the obstacles
    Purity travels undeterred a straight line
    Knowledge no crutch can hamper
    Perseverance a force that destroys
    Even the barriers that make the mind cringe
    If you want to have everything
    Sit back and think
    Before your move begins again

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