2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

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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520 thoughts on “2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 3

  1. AllSwoons

    “Hunger of Love”

    His buttery words
    melted against my toasty skin
    like honeyed icing on a pastry
    fresh out of the oven.

    His lips on mine
    sent a dash of lime straight to my thighs;
    his tongue tasting my thoughts
    with a tangerine twist, full of zest.

    His hot and bothered body of sweat
    felt refreshing against my flesh,
    like the water beads on a frosty lemonade
    the summer of my first brush with self-rule and release,

    even though it was February.

    —Heather Angelika Dooley
    © 2017

  2. LCaramanna

    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

  3. BDP

    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.

  4. Imelda

    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.

  5. Jacqueline Hallenbeck

    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!

  6. artifiswords

    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/

  7. stepstep

    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

  8. Ency Peterson

    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

  9. jennfel

    ‘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

  10. mayboy

    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.

  11. fayina

    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.

  12. kathyk671

    “Food of Love”

    Day’s end.
    They come together
    As they always do,
    To renew a nightly ritual.

    Sunlight
    From the kitchen window
    Casts a golden glow.
    The rhythmic dance begins.

    Knives chop,
    A skillet sizzles,
    Sweet aromas rise and
    Feed their anticipation.

    They stir and taste,
    And talk about the day,
    Sharing stories while
    Dinner bubbles away.

    At the table
    They eat the meal
    So lovingly prepared
    By their own hands.

    They talk
    And laugh.
    They break bread
    And sip wine.

    Having their fill,
    Enjoying each other.
    Indulging in
    The food of love.

  13. _Kirk_

    CRUSH OF LOVE

    Mad hot whirlwind butterfly
    crush wish flutter ask
    stutter yes go jump
    headfirst heels up up
    touch once hold high
    touch kiss yes go go
    slow down let’s talk
    right now next year
    forever now let’s walk
    out no not right now no
    miss break missed hot
    two one tied up no not
    flutter up headfirst one two
    I do touch touch true butterfly
    time flies goes by
    best friend hope high
    time change crush jump
    hurricane no why no eye
    F5 crush crush
    crush crush
    it was good it was good
    go jump heels up
    hurricane oh why no why
    it was good it was good
    mad hot whirlwind oh no goodbye
    crush crush
    crush crush
    crush

  14. Jannelee

    HANDS OF LOVE

    These hands cradled your head
    and tucked you safely into bed
    They combed your willful hair
    and baked cookies for the school fair

    They applauded your every feat
    and bandaged your scraped knees
    They wiped away your childhood tears
    and soothed your bedtime fears

    They held your hand as you crossed the street
    and memories can be so bittersweet
    They wrote you letters when you were far away
    and watched for ones in return every day

    They helped you dress on your wedding day
    and lay in my lap as your dad gave you away
    They held you close when love broke your heart
    and helped you move to get a brand new start

    Now these hands have grown old
    and it mine that your hands will hold
    as together we cross the street
    and hands of Love have become complete

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