One Two Three Four

Here is another poetry project. This one took me a lot of time. It actually represents three poems. How it works:
Poem A (One Two Three Four): Start from the beginning. Read every line of each stanza
Poem B (One Three): Start from the beginning. Read only first and third line of each stanza
Poem C (Two Four): Start from the beginning. Read only second and fourth line of each stanza

Each combination would be a different poem.

Two kids sitting in a park
Near the age-old oak tree
Their minds wandering to where
Flows a river of tranquility.

They could read each other’s minds,
The air of thought is felt
To say, they would not dare
The words wouldn’t be spelled.

They would want to stay silent.
For in silence, there was love,
People would call them mute.
In language, there was rut.

But, no one knew how it was
At that place of silence
It was an escape of their suit.
To where there is no violence.

They lived their life like that
Take me there, I beg, I say
In a hope to live without words
Take me to that heavenly play.

In a hope to maybe run away
I wish to live, I wish to escape
In a silent anonymous curse
I wish to die, I wish today.

NaPoWriMo Day 30: Rewind

No, it wasn’t dark.
When you were alive
Shows me how it was
A walk in the park,

Before it was to start.
How it all began
There, I see it again
A walk in the park

The old familiar arc.
The benches we sat on
And, I am back there
A walk in the park

In response to the optional prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 30:

For the last day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like you to try an odd little exercise that I have had good results with. Today, I challenge you to write a poem backwards. Start with the last line and work your way up the page to the beginning. Another way to go about this might be to take a poem you’ve already written, and flip the order of the lines and from there, edit it so the poem now works with its new order.

Original poem: A Walk

NaPoWriMo Day 29: Wait

I would have
Loved you
I would have
If you had not stopped to.

I remember you there
Waiting for me
To be trapped in your machination
In your love, in my imagination.

Waiting for me
For us
Waiting for our world to grow
The one you had woven
Around our souls.
Waiting for me
For us
Only till you changed your world,
Only till you changed your love.

Waiting for me
To love you.
I was about to
I would have.
I could have.
If only
You had waited
A bit more.

NaPoWriMo Day 28: Bridge

In response to the optional prompt for NaPoWriMo:

And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges.

If the bridge broke,
And, I am on the other side,
Would you swim the black sea?
Would you climb the hill?
Would you take a leap of faith?
From over there?
To get to me?
You would never be that far.
I wouldn’t let you.

NaPoWriMo Day 27: Dead

Speaks the
Most powerful words

In response to, the optional prompt for NaPWriMo:

And today’s prompt – optional, as always — comes to us from Vince Gotera. It’s the hay(na)ku). Created by the poet Eileen Tabios and named by Vince, the hay(na)ku is a variant on the haiku. A hay(na)ku consists of a three-line stanza, where the first line has one word, the second line has two words, and the third line has three words.

NaPoWriMo Day 26: All I know

I know the birds will never stop chirping
And, the breeze will always go on dancing
Like it did when I was with you
For all I know, this much is true.

I know that sapling is now a tree
I know that you are thinking of me
As a reflection of sky in oceans blue
For all I know, this much is true.

I know you never forgave yourself
And, I still have your ring on my shelf
The one, which you that day threw
For all I know, this much is true.

I know how I felt when we walked in rains
I still miss it, I walk the same lanes
And, once in a while, you must do too
For all I know, this much is true.

I know you cannot be there for me
I know, though, that you want to be
Together through the pains of life
For all I know, this will suffice.

NaPoWriMo Day 25: Batman

This poem is based on the following prompt:

And now for our prompt (optional, as always)! It’s the weekend, so I’d thought we might go with something short and just a bit (or a lot) silly – the Clerihew. These are rhymed, humorous quatrains involving a specific person’s name. You can write about celebrities, famous people from history, even your mom (hopefully she’s got a good name for rhyming with).

Batman or Bruce Wayne
He doesn’t feel any pain
His suit is black not red,
And, his parents are dead.

NaPoWriMo Day 24:Life Goes On

This poem is based on the following prompt:

Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).

“Life goes on”
He used to say it.
Despite everything, it goes on.
He used to shout it.
But, does it really?
You’re 28
And, you have no job
Your lover promised you love,
And, since is gone.
You have no friends,
And, your efforts are vain
You are alive,
But, living is pain.
But, sure,
Life goes no.
Is it life?

NaPoWriMo Day 23: The Letter O

This poem is based on the NaPoWriMo Prompt for day 23:

And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes

I got the letter O from Scrabble. Here it goes:

The first word
That comes to my mind
She would say
“I hate it
When you use
When you say
When you type
As a reply.
And, especially,
When you put
A full stop at the end.
Is that all?
You don’t have
Anything else
To say?
Something more poetic?
Something more romantic?
Something more funny?
Something more lovable?
I hate it
When you type okay”
And I would reply,
In the most poetic
In the most romantic
In the most funny
In the most lovable
Manner, words, feelings