It's the 2025 Poem-A-Week Challenge! (This is a *poems only* thread.)

[SmilingLez]

New Job Jitters


First day.
Nerves singing.
Train quiet.
Office empty.
Skirt adjusted.
Sumatra blend.
Measured carefully.
Machine hums.
Coffee dark.
Bag unzipped.
Notebook. Pen.
Silence waits.
I exhale.

 

[Tzara]

Purpose

under this gray sky
a lone hummingbird seeks out
the few remaining flowers

so why do you ask
me watching you drink coffee
what I am doing today?

Week 50 : Poem 1 : Total 76

 

[Angeline]

Be-In

Green meadow filled with music, incense wafting over the crowd.
Freedom feels like voices shared or hands that touch without a care.
Remember Woodstock, how you felt when songs soared through summer air?


Week 50, Poem 1, Total 63

 

[amitheotherone]

Trembling thoughts

Anxiety too wakes, from a locked tomb,
stretching forth, rising ticking boom.
Time slows, heartbeat quickens pace,
mind focused left, lie after truth chase.
Emptiness blooms, shadow eclipse glare,
boiling mind steeps, alone no one cares.
Sanity shakes awake, day ends bends,
consciousness slips, dream grips blends.

 

[Wonderer67]

Fuck The Winter

My well went dry
Scratching out ideas
In the dirt
Or frozen ground

Concepts and ideas
But just not getting em down
On “paper”

Describing the ice crystals
On my windshield
When I’m late for work
Some beautiful design
And narrowly missed wrecks

The sound of an ice scraper
On a frosty December morning
Steam coming from my nostrils
Cusses cumming from my mouth

Or finishing poems from my last road trip
Or drinking with The Effigies
Or hacking at firewood-
Making small logs outta big logs
Or committing suicide 538 times this fall
After 538 nites of bad sleep

I won’t get to 52
Quality over quantity
I always swear

It’s gotta be right

38/52

 

[amitheotherone]

Cat bird seat

Easy way out
or the cat got your tongue?
Rain filled days
or your heart been wrung?
Words never said
or those aces never played?
Sins used to win
soul sold for them debts payed?
Full moon glow
or coyotes laughs and cry’s?
Red sunrise burns
or winds to wings to soar and try?

 

[SmilingLez]

A short Trochee

Touching fingers, burning skin
Pulling closer, breathe me in
Lips are moving, tasting fire
Bodies tangled, raw desire

 

[Tzara]

Separation

the bamboo grows lush
and thick between our houses
even the birds won't perch there

yet I heard you sing
with the finches last April
and still hear you this winter

Week 50 : Poem 2 : Total 77

 

[Tzara]

Storm

so much wind today
to scatter leaves and garbage
or even old memories

perhaps this is age
jumbling what I remember
perhaps only old wishes

Week 50 : Poem 3 : Total 78

 

[SpermFactory]

Creepy
Grandpa
Tour

Isn’t she great,
my little machine gun
those lips don’t stop,
pop, pop, pop,
her prices coming down
she’s getting lower
don’t you know
she’s coming down
it’s called affordability

 

[Wonderer67]

I’m Always a Morning Person

But even my drive to work
Was suicidal

There seems
To be no way out

Sidelined by a wierd
But not bad dream

I have Christmas spirit, actually
I tell myself that
It’s not lie

But I’ve no will to work
Or live
Layoffs coming
I can feel it

Staring up in a hole

i drove down suicide road
And it felt ok

39/52

 

[Wonderer67]

What a Difference a Day Makes

Somehow I had optimism
Tuesday morning

Taking pics on my way to work
The frozen landscape smoothing
Everything out

The sun making a tower
To heaven

I was back in love with nature
And the world
Amazed by
Visual
Dee-lites

40/52

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