A bucket list adventure (Challenge)

Soooo hope everyone is doing good :)

PnQ was down for a little bit annnnd kinda quiet so I thought it's time for a challenge!!! It's simple write a poem with three things from your bucket list. Poems are due Friday, 12th of November via PM to me and I'll post for voting.

Enjoyyy ^^

Yayyy!! Awesome idea, Star :)

Have fun with it!!! ^_^

I have one poem in :) Come on everyone give it a shot!!

I have three poems :)

One day left!! But if anyone want to write something and they need more time please tell me :)

I have four poems!!!

VOTING!!!!!

I got 4 poems, and all of them are really special in their own unique way :) Voting is simple just choose a poem and send your vote to me!
I will announce winners next Saturday the 20th of November. Thank you to all the participants, I really hope you enjoyed this!

Poem 1

The place my sister's life began
Calls softly from across the sea
I have not visited and yet
I hope that it will wait for me

Before I'm old and full of salt
I plan to journey past the tide
Land of the Rising Sun, I come
And for a moment, I'll reside

My scars will hide themselves away
Beneath the artworks I design
The friends I met online I'll see
If ever all the stars align

I'll watch the waves lap up the sun
Till city lights are all that stay
Enjoy the things I dreamed I'd do
And hope life might turn out okay

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Poem 2: So I Could Be No One’s But Yours

Right where the moon becomes full
Up in the sky so clearly obscure
I’d like to kiss those lips that are yours

Up where no man can come near
Up where the stars are closer to see
Up up up

Up where the air is so tight
Up where the odds of thriving are low
Up up up

That’s where I’d like to be yours.

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Poem 3 Summit.

There’s an unnamed force pulling me

to indulge in a train ride through the Rocky
Mountains, losing myself in the musical
notes of passengers, the wonder and awe
etched in soulful eyes, our pondering lips,
our vulnerabilities mirroring the lush
landscape outside, chromatic colors and moods.

to refurnish an old cabin in the woods
that’s rumored to be cursed, when,
in reality, the dust and drafts and late-night
croaks and creaks are only lonely ghosts
who are looking for a friend to listen.

to bathe in hot springs, respectful of the strangers
I meet along the way, reconnecting with every
part of ourselves we’d allowed to become neglected.

to plan weekly trips to a nearby village and
learn and revere its history; to be humbled
by the hunters, the cooks, the gardeners, the
artists, the lovers, and all those who surround
the forest with their own visions, their respect
for nature apparent in quiet yet noble footfalls
and trekking not limited by time or weather.

I don’t want to think I’m invincible, to neglect
the threat of raging fires and the miraculous
body of a storm. I am one tiny human among
a million unknown, unwritten breaths.

I don’t want to fly in the sky, I simply
want to photograph the countless birds,
the ones I’ll learn about, the indecipherable
and incomprehensible melodies I’ll hear
communicated through meadow and mountain.

I want to not be laughed at when I tell someone of
my dreams; to not be told that it’s a fantasy,
that it’s unrealistic, not lucrative, that I’ll be
cut off from resources and eventually, sanity.

I am too old to be considered a child yet am often
regarded as incapable of handling any unpredictability;
perhaps it’s my own fear holding me back,
or the way I get lost in others’ perception of me.
I’ve let the scope of my dreams be mitigated,
and one day, I’ll reach a point where I can slowly
let myself ascend and enjoy the journey.

One day, I’ll reach the summit, and I’ll climb back
down, thanking the soil, bowing down to a sturdy,
faithful foundation, and realize that I am more
powerful than I’ve allowed myself to believe.

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Poem 4

i dreamt of you again. you were a butterfly
that i chased down the corridors of
mont-saint michel – the same place
we both decided would be the most
apropos place to first visit.

i open my mouth, searching for words,
waiting for breath – and you fly in,
and my stomach is churning as
i get thrown towards the ground
at terminal velocity; i reach out
to pull the ripcord, and close
my eyes.

i touch ground;
and when i feel stable
enough, I open my eyes,
watching the dance of
green flash across
the night sky.

Great poems all. I have voted

These are wonderful poems, all. I'm struggling to choose a favorite but will send a vote shortly. Thanks for hosting this challenge.

Love the poems!

A BUCKET LIST ADVENTURE WINNER!!

I hope everyone is having a good day :)

Thank you for the participants; Obscure with Poem 1, Everlasting with Poem 2, Poet on the Piano with Poem 3 and hiraeth with Poem 4. Also thank you for everyone who voted. I hope everyone enjoyed the challenge!!

You all can post your poems now!!

I am happy to announce……… with no further delayyyyyyyyy,

CONGRATULATIONS to our winner
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***Obscure***

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Congrats, Obscure! I loved your piece :)

Thanks again, Star, for the awesome challenge!

Congrats!

Oh my goodness, Thank you! I enjoyed this challenge so much and I loved seeing everyone's poems!!