A group from the 32 Poems Facebook page will join together to write 30 Poems in 30 Days. Are you in or are you in?
When does it start?
Today
Can I start tomorrow?
Yes
Why isn’t there more warning?
I just thought it up yesterday. Sometimes one needs to start on a plan right away.
Do I have to post poems?
You can post them or not. If you post them, you can place them in the comments here, put them on your blog, or write them in the sky. No rules here.
What if I can’t write all 30 poems?
Will you consider writing only 10-20 poems as failure?
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Tempting. Very tempting …
This is a great site! Great idea for the 30 poems in 30 days! I may participate. I have lots of ideas for poems. Please also join my microblog for creative writers and post info and updates about your project. It’s just like twitter, only specialized.
Visit: http://grownupcreativity.shoutem.com
Good luck with your project.
I’m in…
wonderful idea. no time like the present. count me in!
day 1 . nAncY
http://poemsprayers.blogspot.com/2010/07/stalemate.html
I do have a new project I want to get started on
One done. Thank you, for the challenge.
I’m so in.
seems like it should be 32 poems in 32 days, though…
Good to hear it! I am in — of course.
Good point! Next time, I’ll make it 32 poems in 32 days. We could also do 30 poems in 32 days. Hmmm…
Reflecting suns evidence path
entrance to moon garden
have seen message “God Reservance”
sun to heart moving by moons theme
brain atom flow to heart clown
o sweetest vision, dignified theme
god live! in own brain
grows golorify lifes reading
it will make to neo builder space
humans light reflects by gods son
which dignified a qausar path to
shining voice of hypocretic, polytheists man
rest! in god lo! message sent to brothers plugin
trees variety invited for a good arrangement,
fog cloring yore vision with abundance thanks
fetus is flaunting vanish darkness
lo! worlds is thy books to glorify thee lifes
else ye will feel flee in foe flaunt to hell,
flatland deposits a mighty space
cosmics rises on indomitable spirit of human light
vitals baptism omnited worlds brain syrup
world is motherland move to rays kingdom
which light creats a mighty! worlds
a divine conceal a bestowed for a human life.
Yearn to heart demos of human spirit
yore ye life works of worlds vision
yon yeard grows for perchasing
ay,lord stands to ye vision,
yclept ‘Day of Judgement’
Okay so 5 minutes before midnight I was still drawing a blank so I wrote:
No way!
No poem for the day.
That’s all I can say!
LOL does that count as a poem?
i’m in. will be back with poem 1.
I got a late start, I think, but I so far it’s going okay!
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Gosh, I wish I would have known about this. I’m too far behind now.
the devil called me on the phone,
i think, it was late, last night;
at first, just heavy breathing.
who is this? i said.
is this a telemarketer?
silence.
ignored caller ID
equals instant
karmic retribution…
but then, he asked if
it was a good time to talk;
said he had some things
to get off his chest;
still, he never actually
mentioned his name.
something about his
dog dieing…
he hung up.
And the smell of
sulphur hung
heavy in the air.
I’ve been writing a poem a day for the past 34 days…and loving it. My goal is 365 days of poetry, each poem inspired by the daily news. I’ll definitely be following your project. Here is a recent poem of mine.
Impotent Saviors
adapted from Libyan Woman Struggles to Tell Media of Her Rape
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/27/world/middleeast/27tripoli.html?hpw
Eman El Obeidy
Your protectors are lost children
Wielding cameras
Escaping personal apocalypse
You raced to the hotel
Harboring foreign journalists
Face, a blossoming bruise
Thigh raked with scrapes
Hands and feet ringed with welts
Fifteen of Qaddafi’s men.
Plundered.
Burst open.
Desecrated.
Despoiled.
Dishonored.
Violated.
Invaded.
Ransacked.
Defecated.
Urinated.
Tainted.
Assaulted.
Pillaged.
Ruined.
Outraged.
Screaming your nightmare
As camera shutters snapped and keyboards clicked
You begged reporters for deliverance
Hotel waiters
Actually plainclothes police
Brandished steak knives
Rushed you into unmarked van
Mouth roughly covered
Yet still you screamed
Eman El Obeidy
Your protectors are lost children
Wielding only words
Oh, I’m so in – starting NOW – teehee.