Woo woo! FREE-BIE! FREE-BIE!
No set topic today. Write about whatever.
The Daily Poetry Club
A poem a day keeps the mind at play.
Login
Search DPC:
We just created a Facebook fan page!
Recent Poems
- wryness: At least one person will write About sweet ecstasy And, “Hey baby, “You’re my LSD; “High on life, “That’s my girl; “That’s” –...
- Pragna Paramita Mondal: The Wind Had swept off. Rust petals, paper cranes, yellow pages. The delirium, and a slice of time, somnolent and sour. The blood had felt the onomatopoeia, when it...
- wryness: That has made all the difference – Or maybe it hasn’t; I’m not sure. I need to move upwards, Open a dimension’s eyeful And trace the lines carved In leaves now...
- inthenameoftherose: Brick by brick we build our walls, Some are short and some are tall. When communication stalls another brick is added cemented by resentment and frustration. And in order to be...
- AintNoNinny: you told me that you have eyes only for me yet I see you staring at that corvette across the street wishing you were with her
- inthenameoftherose: All the best laid plans of mice and women Yet life has her own vision. As little girls we were fed on fairy tales But now as women we lie on beds of nails Self sacrifice and...
- inthenameoftherose: It began with two for the road It seemed so light then the load When under the shooting star I wished The third came as promised ‘twas bliss Four we wanted to even out our...
- BJP123: Lay down icy witch, Promise lost spell unbroken, Filled with regret.
- BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
- Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
What’s this all about?
Every night at midnight (Mountain Standard Time), a new topic is posted. Write a poem that has to do with that topic and post it as a comment for that day. Repeat the next day!Subscribe!
Subscribe to DPC via RSS feed or email and get notified about each day's new poetry topic.
Top 5 Poets
(for this calendar month, by number of poems)- rosana sam (10)
- AintNoNinny (6)
- Namsrof (6)
- BJP123 (2)
- wryness (2)
Calendar
Some Stats
- Members 164
- Poems 1,836
- Topics 361
© 2009 The Daily Poetry Club
Top of the world
Becomes true reality
As we stand
hand in hand
looking over the valley
Like or Dislike:
+1
“whatever” is what you say
When you can’t describe how you feel
“whatever” is what he muttered
When losing became real
“whatever” filled the place
of the words she longed to speak
When all her explanations
Became pointless and weak
“whatever” can fix and create problems
Like no other word
whatever.
Like or Dislike:
+4
THE LOST ITEM
there is always solitude
in the centre of the road
crossing over shades and
tones and
magnitudes of light
sometimes there is solitude
in the stream of thoughts
crossing over dreams and
age and
magnitudes of gloom
there is never solitude
on the ways i walk alone
crossing over fear and
loss and
magnitudes of hope
Like or Dislike:
+1
At the moment
I can think
Of nothing
Better
Than world peace
Except perhaps
A hot place
Of Chicken Fried Rice
Or mabye
Some curly fries
Yes.
Like or Dislike:
0
Sometimes I don’t want to write a poem
but I promised myself I would,
and so I end up writing crap like this
and it’s no good.
Like or Dislike:
+3
the tin foil wrapping
protects its candy cargo
only to be trashed
Like or Dislike:
+1
I found myself walking,
Wandering,
Floating,
Dancing on a path unanticipated.
Along the course I found a friend
Who joined in my roaming.
With him I shared a book
And he warmly gave his to me.
Through the pages of each other’s books we peered
And learned and thought and lived.
The world became ours. And the hours were calm.
The man was sincere
For his music was pure and clear as glass.
He had a heart of gold
For he behaved as if I were delicately encased in it.
He was fearless
For never did he shelter his sweet song.
With pleasure we lived in each other’s books.
With deep simplicity we enjoyed the path.
Now I stand on that same course, which has just begun to turn.
I consider dancing longer, but the movement dulls.
And the road beneath feels inconsistent with my feet’s proclivity.
Here I am -standing,
Thinking,
Wondering,
Deciding to dance no further on the path he shared with me.
I impart his book to him
And my book is returned to me.
As I finger through familiar pages, I recognize alterations.
Once secluded pages are now highlighted in vivid yellow.
I discover things about my own book which had once been misplaced.
His music continues unshaken;
The exceptionally genuine melody carries on.
And as I back away ever gently
I hope his book, like mine, is better in some way
Because we had the chance to skim through it.
Like or Dislike:
+1