I’ve found over the years that most people who can make it through three days have the stamina to keep poeming for 30. So let’s get through this together!
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “(blank) of Love,” 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: “Water Bottle of Love,” “Smart Phone of Love,” “Toothbrush of Love,” “Tweet of Love,” or any number of blanks of love. I actually kind of love this prompt and am surprised I’ve never done it before.
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Here’s my attempt at a Blank of Love Poem:
“antiperspirant of love”
she warns me against setting
words of love down at her feet
because words can be revised
she’s more interested in things
that make a real impact like
the dinner & movie of love
or the spending time alone
of love or her all-time favorite
the antiperspirant of love
because she likes boys who
know how to work up a sweat
& still manage to smell sweet
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Words of Love
I love you
Mommy
scrawled in childish letters
with a purple crayon
under a black flower
on a yellowed piece of paper
forever treasured
words of love
Sijo #3: Failure of Love
I saw you lessening. Come summer you’d regain weight. My plans—
lies told to myself: many men your age clutch a chair to stand strong.
Wind stutters through your empty cabin: wants to, can’t quite call me fool.
HAUNTED
The kindness I did not do
the unkind things I did do
are ghosts
haunting me
every
day
what could have been
if
I have not
been what I have been?
Should have..
Could have …
I could torture myself
with what I could have
done right
The ghosts haunt me
with the person I was
and the person I can be
and somehow
lay down the path
to the person I want
to be.
oops, wrong day! sorry.
declaration of love
so in love with my sweet babboo!
have you one too?
one you love to brag about
one you cannot live without
one who makes up poems in bed
one who kisses your forehead
one who laughs and cries with you
who is kanga to your roo
if you answered yes, i’m happy!
you and i are so very lucky!
GIFT OF LOVE
Unexpected…
She came to me & said
Walk beside me
Take my hand
We’ll lead each other
To our promised land
How do you refuse
An offer like that
Simple answer…you don’t
You find a way to
Put obstacles behind
The rear view mirror
Never can show
The direction
I plan to go…
Love at any time
Is never too late
And it’s always a gift
© 2017 Robert Mihaly
Posted also to:
https://artifiswordpresscom.wordpress.com/2017/04/05/the-kiss/
FREE OF LOVE
In this Universe, are we
free of love?
Do we have the responsibility to be
free of love?
Some say to live freely you must
give love, secure love
But does this really make us
free of love?
In this Universe, everyone is
searching for love;
Looking in diverse places, Seeking
in all domains
We drive ourselves crazy, yet we
give it away without
actually being
Free of Love.
LaSteph
Blanks of Love
There is so much unknown
Even within its romance
Do not fret though
When you get asked to dance
For love is a blank in and of itself
with no specific rhyme or beat
a song with no melody
a story with no plot
‘Perils of Love’
It often feels
Like hanging
By one toe
From the bar
Of a madly
Swinging trapeze
Arms outstretched
Not quite
Long enough
To touch
Sometimes we catch
And hold on tight
In mutual safety
Grateful for
A short reprieve
From the dizzying fear
Of falling
Emotion of Love
Feel love in the same dimension,
find no excuse to surrender it to the tension.
Feel it in every nation, in every living being
put in the cradle for generations.
Feel the pain and desperation,
find the strength to raise above the Earth.
Feel it in every cell, not created for hibernation.
Feel it in every way, let emotions to play in
the current of Love, don’t let them drift you away.
Ruins of Love
It’s early April so the hillside
is covered by tiny dots of color.
They surround the fallen pillars
and broken mosaics with a fleeting sense of finality.
I’ve never been good at picking up pieces,
but the light hit your hair in such a shocking way
that time on Rainbow Street. (At one point
I took a wrong street and ended up in a new district.)
And then the end was both sudden and subtle
and even the hills tried to forget.