National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Find it here: https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Write a Dizain:

Dizain Poems

The dizain gets us back in the French form domain, which as regular readers know is a favorite of mine. This particular form was a favorite of 15th and 16th century French poets, but it has also been employed in English by the likes of Philip Sidney and John Keats.

Here are the basic rules of the dizain:

  • One 10-line stanza
  • 10 syllables per line
  • Employs the following rhyme scheme: ababbccdcd

Memories

Memories will only last a lifetime 
 
Hold tight onto the precious days ahead 
 
The hill tomorrow will be a hard climb 
 
But the memories help get you from bed 
 
Or keep you balled up and alone instead. 
 
The tears will flow freely from eyes of glass 
 
No worries ’bout this, you know it will pass 
 
But the heart will have its hole forever 
 
No matter your actions, money, or class 
 
your tears will always flow like a river. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
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National Poetry Month Scavenger Hunt

Write a poem about lost love https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

Lost Love Learned Hard

There was a time when I knew I loved you 
My heart broke with the words; lies or truths 
Never to be known 
Years passed but the feelings never left 
Seeing you in a crowd 
Seeing your smile 
Feeling your arms around me again 
Love is rekindled so easily 
as it never left the heart 
Until the day you broke it 
All a farce to break my heart 
the way I broke yours.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

NaPoWriMo 2021: 4/2/2021

And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.

Find the information here: https://www.napowrimo.net/day-two-8/

A Different Path

So many paths crossing each other, 
some looping around 
some stopping with a dead end 
the path ahead of me like the path behind me 
is trodden with footsteps 
going in two directions with uncertainty 
Each path may lead to a brighter endpoint, 
but each of those paths 
has routes crisscrossing  
like tendrils across a beating heart 

When I look at my life 
and think of the path 
I wonder if choices 
are like adding in math. 

Do your choices remain 
the same either way 
waiting for you to come back 
some other day.  

My job and my kids 
my family, my friends 
all would be different, 
a new means to the ends. 

Change the arrangement 
of numbers and names 
it might still have happened 
like rules to the games. 

With each new decision there comes a fresh prize 
the prizes awarded would not be here as they are 
if the game of life were to take a different path 
who knows what would or would not be.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo 2021

Looking for Poetry: Poetry Scavenger Hunt

For all the information check it out here: https://murisopsis.wordpress.com/2021/03/31/looking-for-poetry/

April 1, 2021: Write a love poem

My Love for You

If I had one wish 
and you had one too 
I’d hope that your wish  
would definitely come true 
for my wish is done 
it’s already here 
I wished for your love 
and for you to stay near 
for I love you so 
and I always will too 
So here is my love 
I will give it to you.  

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

April 1, 2021: NaPoWriMo

Check it out here: https://www.napowrimo.net/ and https://youtu.be/bX_xh2do3eM

Hello, poets! Happy First Day of Na/GloPoWrimo 2021! I hope you’re ready to plunge into a world of similes, metaphors, line breaks, rhymes, meter, and all of the other tricks and turns of the poem-writing trade.

Our featured participant today is Namratha Varadhajaran of Namy Says So, who brings us a poem inspired by and Azetec sculpture and yesterday’s featured poetry reading!

Still Adore Dali

With madness up there in my mind 
I think about the man 
who trained my brain to see such things, 
everything it can. 
 
I never knew him as a friend 
I wish I knew him then 
If I could see inside his brain 
just tell me where and when. 
 
He is a master of the art 
he is the abstract king 
With color and his great ideas 
his art can make me sing. 
 
Oh do you know this magic man 
of whom I praise like this? 
His name of Sal was one I wish 
Could follow my name Chris. 

©2021 CBialczak Poetry
NaPoWriMo2021

The Daily Spur Word of the Day: Apple

Find it here: https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2021/03/21/apple/

My Love

The apple of my eye,
The pie in the sky,
My sun when it rains,
My sweet sugar cane.
I never knew  we’d meet,
You’re so awesome, so sweet,
You caught me by surprise
With that twinkle in your eyes.
Now our love has grown,
I no longer feel alone,
you fill my heart with glee
I love that you love me.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’
Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/

This being human is the feather on the ledge
of the building made of stone
teetering with each gust of wind
no matter how small
left there by mistake?
not knowing who left it
nor where it will go
dropped by accident or lost?
never finding its way back to its source
for that is too long gone
and has no idea
that its piece
is there
waiting
to
fall.

©2021 CBialczak Poetry