Tag: poetry
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Poem: love
This came out of a poetry exercise, in which I was supposed to use nonsense words to write about love. It didn’t really work out that way, but I am pleased with the results nonetheless.
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Poem: Sweet and Thick
I wrote this poem a week and a half ago. It was part of an exercise from Easy Guide to Writing Poetry, which I admit has proven very useful in my quest to learn how to write poetry. Sweet and Thick A tumble of red and yellow silver bodies and limbs a wide pale blue arc and…
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Yours are dead words
After February’s Post-It Note Poetry, I’ve felt invigorated to keep working on my poetry and learning more about the craft of poetry. To that end I’m trying to write a poem a week. I hope, by the end of the year, I will half enough decent poetry to put together in a small collection and…
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#PINP17 Day 28
So, here it is. My last poem for Post-It Note Poetry for this year. Passenger I am but a passenger On the back of this world. I’ve really enjoyed writing a poem a day. It gave me permission to write poetry in the first place, something I’ve been scared to do because poetry is…
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Poem, “Home”
This was originally supposed to be a post-it note poem, but it turned out to be too big for a post-it note. So I decided to post it here. It’s still very much a work in progress, but I hope you enjoy it. Home The smell of you in the morning.
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#PINP17 Day 25, 26, and 27
I have some catching up to do on my post-it note poetry! Have the last three day’s worth of poems. Day 25 She can’t move She can’t breathe Her tiny life One of billions Smothered Without a sound.
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#PINP17 Day 24
Some refrigerator magnet poetry that would fit on a post-it note. swim[s] with me beneath the stars and then when the sea sings a song find[s] the treasure at night
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#PINP17 Day 22 and 23
Home (Day 22) Someday, my son will leave me. He will go out into the world. But, for now, he sits at my hearth and calls it home. Beach (Day 23) I suck sea salt between my teeth and watch the sun light on your pale calves on your white-boned shoulders.
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#PINP17 Day 21
Regret Could have Would have Should have. Now live Not knowing Just how much You’ll come to Regret this.
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#PINP17 Day 19 and 20
This was originally written as tongue-in-cheek, but I realized that the poem was much more ambiguous than I thought. And I liked that. I liked how it easily had multiple meanings. So without further adieu: Teaching (Day 19) I don’t know how many times I’ve said the same thing today but I just did it…
J. S. Kuiken 