Day 13 PAD 2023

This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2023 challenge and will be revised.

“Don’t until Tomorrow”

Forgive and forget
Forgive but don’t forget
Don't forget the past
Don’t forget the pain
Pain of what could be
Pain of love not given
Given days of silence
Given nights of loneliness
Loneliness of self
Loneliness of family
Family name
Family gone
Gone from tomorrow
Gone from hope
Hope a small seed
Hope for better
Better chances to be
Better moments to see
See the flowers bloom
See the road ahead
Ahead of the game
Ahead of the chase
Chase to win
Chase a dream
Dream of hope
Dream a life
Life of my own
Life filled with more
More stars
More days of love
Love the moment
Love the growth
Growth of a family
Growth of a heart
Heart still trying
Heart still scarred
Scarred with memory
Scarred that fade
Fade to black
Fade from memory
Memory of a phone call
Memory of a bad goodbye
Goodbye to youth
Goodbye to yesterday
Yesterday haunts me
Yesterday taints tomorrow
Tomorrow is a gift
Tomorrow is not promised
Promised…
gift…

Poetic Form: The Blitz

PAD 2022 Day 5: Make Sense

 This poem is presented in its rough draft form for the PAD 2022 challenge and will be revised. 

PAD Prompt: Make Sense 

Poetic Form: The Blitz

“Understand against First”

Trying to make sense

Trying to understand

Understand the moon

Understand the pages

Pages of poetry

Pages of your history

History of scars

History told at night

Night filled with wishes

Night lights gone dark

Dark smiles

Dark below the eyes

Eyes that pierce

Eyes filled till blind

Blind to reason

Blind to truth

Truth of fingerprints

Truth of the crime

Crime that is forgiven

Crime not seen

Seen behind clocks

Seen by everyone

Everyone laughed

Everyone wanted more

More of my heart

More of the good stuff

Stuff sold for a penny

Stuff forgotten

Forgotten promises

Forgotten names

Names of strangers

Names of places

Places on maps

Places with no lights

Lights over the table

Lights in the shoes

Shoes torn

Shoes worn

Worn out words

Worn till death

Death by love

Death that carries on

On till we end

On the threshing floor

Floor covered in lies

Floor built first

First to be broken

First heal the cut

Cut…

Broken…

April Poetry Challenge 2021: Day One

Day 1 Prompt: Introduction

Form: Blitz

"Things of Death"

How are you

How are things

Things are good

Things can be better

Better time

Better love

Love is tough

Love hurts

Hurts my soul

Hurts my vision

Vision of my future

Vision filled with you

You with coffee

You holding my son

Son crying

Son walking

Walking then running

Walking different paths

Paths on mountains

Paths of life

Life alone

Life lived true

True to a name

True to the letter

Letter about the past

Letter of verses

Verses that rhyme

Verses filled with heart

Heart of a man

Heart of a woman

Woman builds strength

Woman saves the world

World on fire

World falling

Falling from the sky

Falling for you

You make me weak

You make me strong

Strong enough

Strong beyond measure

Measure of time

Measure the distance

Distance between hands

Distance I will walk

Walk to find you

Walk until death

Death from life

Death of fear

fear

life

Poetic Form 51: The Blitz

Throat Not Cut

Wolves at the door

Wolves at my throat

Throat bleeding

Throat hurting

Hurting my lungs

Hurting my eyes

Eyes filled with tears

Eyes burning

Burning the past

Burning my future

Future filled with fear

Future falling to pieces

Pieces of paper

Pieces of poems

Poems of hate

Poems of love

Love lost

Love found

Found in a box

Found by time

Time spent

Time lost

Lost to another

Lost in prayers

Prayers of salvation

Prayers in silence

Silence of the heart

Silence that echos 

Echos of the past

Echos of words

Words not said

Words that stumble

Stumble through life

Stumble and fall

Fall for the lies

Fall into winter

Winter always comes

Winter nights

Nights filled with stars

Nights hold danger

Danger of death

Danger around the corner

Corners hide

Corners sharp

Sharp like knives

Sharp enough to cut

Cut to the heart

Cut out the pain

Pain…

heart...

Poetic Form #51: The Blitz

The Blitz is a form based on rapid fire short phrases, with a repetitive format. 

The first line is one short phrase or image. The second line uses the first word

from line one with another short phrase.  Lines three and four start with the last

word of line two. Then lines five and six start with the last word of line four.

Repeat this pattern through 48 lines. Line 49 is the last word of line 48 and line 50

is the last word of line 47. The title of the poem is three words long using this format:

first word of line three, preposition or conjunction and the first word of line 47.

There is no punctuation.