2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 10

Wow! Day 10 already! I don’t know how to feel about being one-third of the way through this challenge already. If only there were a prompt for getting to the bottom of that…

For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles might include: “Happy,” “Sad,” “Angry,” or well, there’s a universe of emotions out there. Here’s a list of some possibilities.


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Here’s my attempt at an Emotion Poem:


There’s a world of difference
between the empty I feel
at the end of a long run and
how I feel when you leave.


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer has felt about every emotion there is over the course of his life. He is a sort of emotion expert, not in the sense of understanding how they work, mind you, but in terms of knowing how emotions work on him, which they’re constantly doing.

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405 thoughts on “2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 10

  1. Connie Biltz

    Rage Is
    …Grating, volatile shrieks.
    …Fiery, scarlet red poison.
    …Rumbling thunder shaking windows.
    …Acrid, billowing, black smoke.
    …Crashing, slicing, jagged lightning.
    …Anger, exploding, uncontrolled.

    Connie Biltz
    author of Rainbow Chaser

  2. Connie Biltz

    Optimism Is

    Sunshine peeking through the storm clouds.
    Flowers thriving in the presence of weeds.
    Continuing to garden in spite of drought.
    Watching the weather and planting seeds.

    Connie Biltz
    author of Rainbow Chaser

  3. Michelle Hed


    A feeling which builds
    Not always like blocks but sometimes like a
    Ginormous pile of mashed up garbage
    Encompassing every slight you’ve ever perceived into a
    Rage so unfounded, you don’t know where it came from.

  4. Anvanya


    Why we wait?
    We very late.

    Now, Auntie Chin, we
    Wait for screen to show flight.

    How we know?
    It awful slow.

    Can you see the lift?
    Numbers change, look closely.

    All this time
    It hurt my spine.

    Sit down and rest, Aunt.
    Uncle Ho say he here.

    He on phone?
    Auntie Chin moans.

    Too many years gone,
    He come now through gate.

  5. lily black


    Rocky strawberries
    breaking teeth
    looking sweet
    calcified mineral
    once flowing
    like lava
    warming under May skies
    A white flower
    trembling waiting
    picking the
    moment for blushing
    scarlet and ripe
    disappearing with
    a Leonard Cohen song
    losing loss quickly
    chilling each artery
    hardening runners
    slowly stopping
    a rock
    that breaks teeth.

  6. deborahbgkelly


    Indignant at the goings-on in the world
    Where we think our small steps and daily tasks are the center of the universe
    Forgetting all those who have less

    Indignant at assumptions made about me or even about the people my age, many like me
    We know how to make good decisions and do good research
    I’m not so sure the ones pointing their fingers at us can make that claim

    Indignant that you consider my health or my religion your affair
    While letting people live in poverty and despair
    With no chance to rise up

  7. seingraham


    It bothered her, to say the least
    especially when she thought she was calm
    and had things under control
    But when Tuesday was acting more like
    Monday and one of her favourite TV stars
    was suddenly sobbing in a show she liked
    It triggered feelings she thought
    she had reined in – she didn’t even
    have to think about what was wrong
    She was just sitting at her computer
    weeping and pretending it wasn’t
    happening … besides,
    it didn’t do any good
    And she knew it would be over shortly
    The less attention she paid the matter.
    the better.

  8. carolecole66


    It’s a long hook
    that catches the hen
    and carries her squawking
    to the kitchen yard.
    A quick twist beheads her
    and she flails in a circular
    escape, an instinct come
    too late to save her.
    Under the grape arbor
    lush with fat Concords,
    a child, one who loves
    chicken roasted or fried,
    squats in the shadows,
    horror in her eyes.

  9. Robert Stanhope

    By Robert Stanhope

    The pressure mounts
    as my breath draws short,
    a heavy weight on my chest,
    and a ringing in my ears
    as darkness overtakes light,
    my vision fades,
    I panic.

    What’s happening?
    My fingers tingle
    unable to grip,
    unable to hold.
    My skin beads,
    a sweaty brow,
    clammy hands,
    and a drenched shirt.

    The room is warped,
    contracting as I freeze,
    unable to get to my feet.
    I begin to fear
    that I’m dying,
    buried alive,

    (c)2016 Robert Stanhope

  10. Genevieve


    Trust is not
    Easily given.
    When it is
    The deeper
    The trust,
    The more
    The wound,
    The less
    Trust will
    Once again

  11. Azma

    In the Zone

    I feel good today-
    the best version of myself.
    As if it was destined
    for all the productive energy
    to be saved up.
    My brain has already begun
    to draft the perfect plan
    which has no time slots
    for ineffectual drudgery.
    A morning run, visit to an old friend,
    an extra poem for April PAD.
    Perhaps I’ll water some life
    to my dried up blog.
    Perhaps a dignified chat
    with the annoying neighbor.
    So much scheduled
    just for a single day!
    perhaps I’ll lay in bed longer
    and use my phone all day.

    -Azma Sheikh


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