Can you feel it?
The Daily Poetry Club
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Every night at midnight (Mountain Standard Time), a new topic is posted. Your job is to write a poem that day that has to do with the topic. Post it as a comment under that day's blog post. Repeat the next day! Your don't have to be a great poet to join. We're definitely not...We just created a Facebook fan page!
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Recent Poems
- Tristan: I faintly feel my spinning wheels come creaking to a stop. To keep them going, momentum slowing, takes much more than I’ve got. A push, a prod, a smile and nod, I’ll take what...
- D. Edgar Lamp: FAILURE Fortune gathers those who know, All the seasons take their turn, Instant while the moments glow. Logic binds the rapturous burn, Urgent weather aches to go, Rising fractal...
- Meryl: If F stands for FAIL, Why does BYU use E? Does E stand for EPIC FAIL? Could that possibly be?
- Volkam: Traveling up a long winding stair I grow and learn the stairs never end but I don’t care I want to feel the struggle and the burn at times the stairs are smooth or rough my efforts...
- Tristan: They say that it ends. They say that it gets better. I don’t believe them.
- SBgiselle: High School Day by day, It is the longest thing invented. Year by year, It flies by like it never even happened.
- Meryl: I struggle to research; I avoid writing. But soon my paper will be longer than this poem.
- Russell: The other things that put themselves in between the things I actually want to do seem infinitely long
- Volkam: I met him in a house macabre sitting under the dim luminescence of a dusty old candelabra I shuddered at his prescence “What kind of fuerte might you have young man? Enough to escape...
- Volkam: along the grainy beach the ebb and flow of tide eased me to soft sleep in a nearby hotel room I lie I’ve run across the sand late late at night and from this strange land felt the...
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The easy-scroll section
on the right side of my track pad
wasn’t working.
I used my finger
and applied more pressure
to try and make it work,
but now it’s not only the track pad
that’s broken.
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Lock down the lid,
set the dial
Inside are potatoes
standing guard around the beef
against carrots and onions
but they’ll soften
as will the other vegetables
and only the meat will get tougher
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I pace on the floor-
just can’t do it.
Too much burden-
Can’t entertain
the ever patient pressure.
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The poet sits down to write,
the poet begins to think,
under pressure to convert
his heart and thoughts to ink.
Running out of time,
he sacrifices heart,
choosing cleverness and rhyme
over pure and passionate art.
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