#poetrypractice

The woman told the man, "you're hurting me" One thing at a time, dear; I'm not asking for a change, yet. We all just want to feel understood, don't we? But you're so afraid of understanding because it may come with implications. Please just assume that you're strong enough to feel implicated. Know that there is a path forward. We can't all always get what we want But terrible things are inevitable, So why be afraid? The woman told the man, "you're hurting me" The man replied, "I'm not a monster!"

a poem should be short, plain, and to the point short, and point to the pain short, not poetic painful, pointed, short.

I either need to recreate the wheel, Or stacks of tomes' old pages I'll inhale My gentle wheezing will become a wail My tiny tongue will slither like an eel. Big drums of glue have potency to heal All malices that ancient grey-skies hail Upon a lowly lackey; I won't fail. Aggregious thoughts have light to soon reveal. You're not to blame for how things could have been But still I'll look upon you with remorse. A shallow puddle will reflect a grin With naught but eager honesty and force. My wheels or tomes or hailstorms sure will win; Our handshake will each ugly day endorse.

The top two are the notebooks already filled with poems for 2020. The bottom is the new journal I'm beginning to fill with poems. #poetry #poetrywriting #poetsofinstagram #poetryin2020 #poetrypractice https://www.instagram.com/p/CBJsFJtBhcz7kx-ZtM0rz4WiTMn5wSn53QbFAE0/?igshid=1laxro5s0tg4x

Brett Kavanaugh is nothing To me but that sharp pain behind my right shoulder. The Supreme Court sits 3,000 miles away, Peering with a speculum inside my guts. The news of these days won’t touch me yet, In my safe home, my warm and fed life, my immeasurable luck. But my adrenal glands seep the news These days into my back, my chest, my muscle fibers. I thought I’d been born into a peace time, That my bones were built for making things better. Growing pains are my body educating me that, no, We were built for hard times that will only get worse.

I have decided that I'm going to focus for a while on poetry form, something I have not done for a long time. There are generally 55 main accepted forms of poetry in modern literature. Some I have written in before, some I was not even aware they existed. My plan is to go through each form and write a poem. What I would like from you is to take a moment and read each of the poems, then rate them. At the bottom of each post you'll see 5 stars that you can rate it with. Leave your comments at the bottom. After I have gone through all 55 forms, I'll pick the top ten rated poems and submit them to literary magazines, all thanks to your guidance! Maybe you like the content but not the form? Maybe you like the form but not the subject? It's all good! I'd just love to hear your thoughts. You can find everything in this series here. I will publish my first poem this morning at 8:30am. Read the full article

An empty office A mug of microwaved coffee and liqueur Sticky notes, scrappy notes Twitter, endless, mesmerizing Predictable pains, picked at, compulsively A poem about a former lover Dry eyes, hard-won and temporary City train ringing outside The day getting later And me, my brain chewing, Always.

I went to the cemetery without you last night. He and I leaned our bikes against a birch, Touched gravestones, and shared a jar of rye whiskey. It was nice. It was. But still my Legs and lips wanted so badly to recall That night you and I left the cemetery, to kiss In ten different parks around town. Beer kisses and cold dark biking. I didn't plan on missing you this much.