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Blog Poetry Slam 43: Fight!

This weeks topic is: FIGHT. So, all my lovely experinced poets along with those newbies, write a poem about a fight. I often say I am a lover, not a fighter. Yet in reality I fight for my love, maybe not with fists, but it is a fight nonetheless, so that is the direction I took with my piece. I am curious to see what direction you go with it.


Write a poem in the comments. It can be silly or serious, long or short, or even just a haiku. Happy Writing!

i have been to this arena before


where hearts and logic fight to the death


and conundrums are taking bets


and love is the only referee


but is too scared to call off the fight


and for once…


let the heart win by decision.

words at play...

Puns play too much
Hanging out with Hyperbole's instigating ass
and metaphors like to simile in my face
And this damn thesis stay starting something
If these nouns and verbs keep pushing me I'm gonna catch a sentence
So I'll have to give these words a preposition they can't refuse:
"End all this fighting and come hang out in my poem."

things fall apart...

This is a love poem I rarely see written, the poem where someone admits to their own f*ck-ups... I decided to take a stab at it... tell me what ya think:


I am a bitch
And don't worry I'm not saying this just to put myself down
I just want to be accurate
They say hindsight is 20/20 but I say it is 187
Because seeing what I should have done
And what we could have been kills me inside
I was supposed to love you to completion
But I let insecurity only let me give you 359 degrees
And now your heart is 32 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping
And I just want to hold you close so I can melt it
If you would just let me touch you then maybe I can show you
Maybe my love can seep in through osmosis
And maybe you can feel my metamorphosis
I heard someone say that hurt people... hurt people
I know pain in all its forms:

liquid tears, solid fears, and vapors of delusions
all states of matter...
at times I wonder if what I have to say really matters
I couldn't see I had the best thing for me standing in front of me
It has followed me all my days
How can I show you I love you
When my actions didn't always match
I know my words mean little
And that feels so bad because words are what I know
Words are the only things I have left
So I leave you with the five words I possess:
I love you, I'm sorry.

Blog Poetry Slam 42: Clichés

In my lifetime I have heard so many clichés. Some of them were helpful, most weren't. I had an idea to write a poem about a cliche you either agree with or think is full of shit.

Here are some suggestions:

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Actions speak louder than words.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
Birds of a feather flock together

Stuff like that. So take it and run with it. Write a poem and leave it in the comments. Your poem can be serious or silly, short or long, or even a haiku. Happy writing!

I chose: "Time heals all wounds" and wrote a series of haiku...


time heals no wounds
so i will face my demons
before it's too late


an infected soul
is all that you are left with
when time heals your wounds


i don't rely on time
I prefer Snoopy Band-Aids
to protect my wounds