2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

For today’s prompt, write a metric poem. Most of the world uses the metric system to measure things out; not so much in the States. But there are meters and liters, and the occasional millimeters. Also, poetry uses metrics (the study of meter in poetry). And metrics, in a general sense, can measure various things by a common denominator–even inches and/or teaspoons.


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Here’s my attempt at a Metric Poem:


when i run
i run eight
hundred meters

when i drink
i drink one
& two liters


Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). Ironically, he strained his hamstring earlier this month and is currently not running, and he’s also sworn off soda, which is what he used to guzzle (as one and two liters).

Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.


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296 thoughts on “2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 29

  1. Jane Shlensky

    Measure for Measure

    He is metric. I am not.
    He’s centimeters, litres, grams.
    I’m inches, gallons, ounces, pounds.
    He’s kilos, kopeks, and kilometers.
    I’m drops and pinches, pennies, miles.
    The area of rooms and speeds,
    the weight of newborns, apples, seeds—
    how can we two see eye to eye?
    I’m 5’3”; he’s 1 ¾ meters high.

  2. headintheclouds87

    Blinded by Measures

    We judge the world in measures
    And coldly determine one’s worth
    Simply by stature or frame;
    We label the ample bodied as animals,
    Tell the stick-thins to eat some cake,
    (The contradiction not crossing our thoughts).
    We snicker at the short and stumpy
    Yet cower from the high and tall,
    This is the world fixated on image
    That slots bodies into its fatuous slots –
    Athletic, buxom, slender, stocky, whatever –
    They merely inflate or burst each ego
    And continue the shallow state of mind
    That is blind to everything inside

  3. Shennon


    We must learn this system
    The future will be metric
    Said my third grade teacher
    Who was young and eclectic.

    Some forty years later
    I still measure in yards and feet
    If I need to convert
    I just use my Smartphone to cheat.


  4. Margot Suydam

    How to Meter Love

    Find something right in peeling back skin
    to reveal the sanguine thoughts set within.

    Scratch surfaces too long made to toughen
    so that even your placid heart can loosen.

    Accept the softest beats long well hidden
    now travelling free to pulse, take a spin.

    Forgiving fear seems such a simple step
    yet sacred cows want their secrets kept.

    1. ppfautsch24

      The Measure of Hope
      Hope is the thing that gives us life.
      Hope is the thing that makes us strives.
      Hope is the thing that makes us live.
      Hope is the thing that makes us give.
      Hope is the thing that makes us believe,
      Hope is the thing that makes us heave.

      We can’t do anything without hoping,
      We can’t do anything if we’re moaning.

      If you feel God has turned His face,
      and there is no other place;
      Hope is the thing to go to,
      Hope is the thing to pursue.
      By Oli B. (5th Grade)

  5. lily black

    Inches feet or yards
    grams or ounces
    milliliters or quarts
    did not matter which.
    I never
    measured up
    to your vision
    of me.

  6. SharylAnn


    Words flood my
    brain in a profusion
    a confusion
    of conversions …

    Oh, what a
    Try as I might
    I will never
    understand why
    simple measurements
    must be so confusing

    Copyright © 2017 Sharyl
    Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
    As Ever, Sharyl


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