FOP #3

26.8 Love

My club mates would
adore me,
love me even,
if I could write
fourteen hundred
poems, but my fingers
are already
bled dry.

27.1 Transport/Weather

She bicycles
in the snow,
watching tornadoes
and hurricanes
pass her by.

She becomes a passerby.

27.2 3 V/L

My eyes are about
to close - my head
longs to hit the pillow
and I can't wait but sleep

but I know once I do
my phone will ring
with the rush to hurry

another trip to waiting
silently, anticipation
creeping up, and I just want
to meet her already.

27.3 Royalty

There is a field
of prince
and princesses
poppies and other
opiates, where they
become the caterpillar
from Alice -
they wonder..wander?
land.

27.4 First time

There's gum in my hair
I've never done this before,
but my bubble bursted
over my head -
and now
I must knife it out.

27.5 Wild Card

My brain cannot do
anymore "poetry" now
Can I go to bed?

27.6 Formed

Hot beds of lava
curling around city bends
boiling torture.

27.7 Clothing

He walks around
shirt-less,
sinewy muscles formed
and tanned -
we see a tan line
from his shorts,
and wonder if
He's a farmer.

27.8 love

I have a love-hate
relationship
with my laptop -
it likes to heat up
my already warm legs,
which could feel nice,
but it burns me instead.

28.1 transportation/weather

I know there is
a train wreck brewing -
I can feel it in
the crook of her elbow
when she dances,
never dull moments
and thunder will shout -

28.2 3V/3L

My heart belongs
to none other
than two people -

typically, that may
sound like a vicious
love triangle

yet my husband knows
he holds my heart,
along with God.

28.3 Royalty

Have we all decided
to denounce our
poetic crowns
at this point?

Is anyone writing
poetry worthy
of reading anymore?

28.4 First time

She pops the bubble
of disaster,
and for the first time,
feels the backbone in
her body - she rushes
forward in confrontation
and never looks back.

28.5 Wild Card

Floundering willows
cascading like waterfalls
a leaf-like beauty.

28.6 Formed Poem

flowerbeds blooming
during springtime and summer
beautiful landscape.

28.7 Clothing

She rips the hem
of her dress in frustration
and bites at the wedges
of her shoe -
cobblestone alleyways
hold her wrists
for eternity, and she'll
never know why.

28.8 love

There's a passion
for dessert,
and unreasonable love
for chocolate,
and my mouth waters
at the thought.

29.1 Transportation/weather

She pushes her snow shoes
through the mystic mountains
and travels by foot
along cougar tracks.

29.2 3V/3L

I've stayed up
now half past my bed time
and I long to snuggle

into the depths of my covers,
wrap my hair
around my pillow

and sneak off into
a dreamland
with no poetry.

29.3 Royalty

I read earlier
of a poem
about Burger King,
and it hits me to the core -
my love of their
french fries overwhelms.

29.4 First time

I didn't know
there would be a time
that I hated poetry
as much as
I do

now.

29.5 Wildcard

There are times in life
that we all begin to lose
our hearts and our minds.

29.6 Formed poem

Antler sheds are found
within the depths of canyons
now hanging on walls.

29.7 Clothing

My pajamas
are calling my name,
and I long to have
my love affair with them.

29.8 Love

I'd love to stay
and chat for a while,
counting syllables
and writing out
words that don't belong,
but my beauty is lacking,
and I need shut-eye.

PROMPTS

1. Must write a poem to yourself, or about yourself.

2. Must mention a member's username on this site (active, or inactive) yes, you can use your own.

3. War

4. Poem must mention money, or a type of sport

5. Wild card

6. must include at least one colour, AND one shape

7. Category : nature

8. Double Form ( either double of the same form, i.e 2 haikus, or, 2 different forms joined, i.e a Tanka followed by a haiku.)

DAY FOUR

1.1 Poem to yourself

When you think of him

remember,

he is a rock pool
of sea urchins and
cigarette buds.

1.2 Members name

Britt blends brittle
bananas in the blender,
bet Britt knew banana
and berry blasted
together is badass.

1.3 war

When they ask you

and they will ask you,

tell your sons and daughters
that love starts like a Trojan
war.

1.4 Sport/money

Footballers earn more
per week
than an entire school staff
per year
when both just deal with
bags of fresh air
where has the world
lost its sense.

1.5 wild card

It is good to talk
face to face
have deep conversations
at a nice pace
but these days
we bury our heads
in our phones
not to talk
merely to ignore.

1.6 colour and shape

Purple stars spinning
around my eyes as I stumble
trying to find my way
through this thicket
I call life
Sometimes I only know
I am not dreaming
because only true pain
can be this real.

1.7 nature

Wildlife in a strife
Human greed supersedes life
fauna has no home

1.8 double form

Yin the dark force strikes
dragging my carcass through flames
death poking my eyes

Angels carry yang
seraphim joining the fight
I am saved tonight

2.1 poem about yourself

Driving force is laziness
Argues with the mirror
Reaches goals rarely
Replaces obstacles with obstacles
Earning little respect
Needing a reason

2.2 Members name

Despite my best efforts
to shed this shell of poor commentator
tearing my brain into three
to write decent poetry again
spitting and posting a plethora of platitudes
pretence of cleverness
the shining light that is
Beautiful Soul, visits my odes
and encourages me
to keep going.

2.3 War

My friend you are wrong
this song, you sing
is to the wrong god
so I will take my gun
despite how long
we have known each other
and I will begin war
and kill you and your family
unless you change your tune
then I will only kill you
in the name of my lord.

2.4 sport money

Imagine taking that penalty
those points needed
to lift that sea of faces
watching from the stands

Those that follow
through wind and rain
since boy and now man
those diehard fans

If I score this goal
we will be world champions
heavy on my shoulders
this burden, you give me.

2.5 wild card

Foppers are not quitters
but we can be bitter
competitive streaks a plenty
we never trounce gently
a contest we must win
to come second is a sin
so I write this pile of ....
and hope you enjoy the wit

2.6 colour and shape

red triangle warns
danger lurks beyond this point
I ignore warning