Today is a special day, just like every other Saturday. Today is the day of the FREEBIE. This means that there is no assigned topic today, but that you can poemize about whatever you want.
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The Daily Poetry Club
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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 other day I realized
With a silly little laugh
That I hadn’t thought of him
For a week and a half.
I feel so free and easy!
My heart no longer jumps
For that guy I once admired
Who’s smile gave me goose bumps!
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A poem is a snack,
a fraction of the whole;
a light and tasty morsel
of the poet’s savory soul.
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fresh powder spills and folds
around my feet and blue board.
straight down the steep slope,
no carving, eyes straight ahead,
the mound speeding toward me
and suddenly I’m in the air
heading for a face-plant in the snow
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Just let time pass.
No more forced slow down;
Enough impatience.
Just let time pass.
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I made a tuna sandwich
and wondered at the fact
that a can of tuna is just enough
to fit between two pieces of bread
Was this by design, or coincidence?
Was a tuna can made with this in mind?
Or rather, was bread designed for tuna?
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