#funpoem

Fishing - that's just like dating.

Sometimes there’s mackerel.

Sometimes just waiting.

Some days I miss you more

Other days

less

What do I do with this information?

I stress.

Today’s daily resource is Poem Today, a twitter account where you’ll typically find at least one poem every day, and usually more. Our prompt for today (optional, as always) takes its inspiration from Pablo Neruda, the Chilean-born poet and Nobel Prize Winner. While he is most famous in the English-speaking world for his collection Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, he also wrote more than…

Today’s poetry resource is Secret Chords, an Instagram account where you will find a new poem every day. Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the…

Today’s resource is Poetry Northwest’s online collection of essays exploring different poets, craft elements, and styles of poetry. And now, without further ado, our optional daily prompt, once again pulled from our archives. Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For…

Love is like walking on tight rope.

Yes, you should care.

But don’t care too much that you are hanging on too tight.

But don’t care too little that you are apathetic.

I don’t know what true love is.

But I try, every day, to walk the tight rope and strike the balance

So that I am always standing beside you

Not above or below.

You are good at the things I am not good at.

I am good at things that you’re bad at.

We fit the jig-saw puzzle together- a very cheesy metaphor

But cheese is good, especially with crackers

And maybe you’re the cracker to my cheese

No, I get to be the cheese because this is my poem

Butter on my vest Butter on my vest!!! I stare at the clock as time rolls onthe hands moving tenderly towards the west;I look down to notice butter on my vest!I had toast and jam for my breakfast you see,buttering my toast I was full of glee.Now sat in the living roomsipping at my brew,I don’t know what to do today,I haven’t got a clue.I hear the postman at the door,Bugger! There’s jam on the…

Mr blue sky himself…The Mancunian Poet. Poem, recorded this morning. I stood in some dog shit the other daywhilst out walking with my old friend, Crazy Ray.It was all stuck to the bottom of my shoe,oh my word this dirty poo.Ray got a lolly stick to wipe it off,oh my God, did it boff.Ray got it all over hisfingers,“Shit, the dirty mingers.”I dipped my sole into a puddle,Ray was in a right…