Sometimes I do something kind of fun with the members of my poetry club.  When we need a “poetry pick me up,” or need some type of motivation to get us going-I do this:

I hand everybody a piece of paper and a pencil. And then I set the timer for about 10 minutes.  Then I tell everybody to write. –Sometimes I give them a subject, and sometimes I don’t. Everybody gets 10 minutes to try to write a poem. Sometimes this is fun, because it can be somewhat humorous, or even inspiring to see what others can come up with.

You can do this in the comfort of your home, or even with a group of friends who enjoy writing.  It’s also a great ice blocker for any kind of writing workshop.  While some may moan or groan-or even say it’s impossibe-It actually is not.  It doesn’t  necessarily doesn’t even have to be a poem…

This 10 minutes it your time for some fun inspiration. If you find yourself feeling out of words, or just need that “rush,” —try this fun “10 minutes to a poem” trick. 

Once everybody has gotten finished writing-share them with the group if you’d like. You may either all end up laughing–or even wowed by your own personal talent..

—for more tips on writing a poem in 10 minutes, try reading the article below on

“How to Make a Poetry Writing Game.”

I just wanted to reach out and say Happy New Year to all of those who have read my blog or who come by on a regular basis. I plan to have more posts for 2009, and hope for this to be a successful poetry blog.  Keep your dreams alive, and try to make at least one resolution come true this year. I know we all make resolutions, and sometimes they seem to falter, but just make it something reasonable. I have a feeling there is tough year ahead of us, but with some prayer, hope, and plenty of contact with our family and friends, we can make it through the hard times….

Here’s a “virtual toast” to all those readers as we welcome in 2009!…..

As they say on an old show…”May the force be with you.”

 

This is one of my narrative or story poems that I wrote awhile back, and has been one of my favorites….  Sometimes at one moment or another-especially while we are young, there are moments when we get lost.  Life can get difficult and events will test us.  There are other moments, when it’s like we have been walking around in a daze, - until something or someone finally wakes us up from our “dream,” or nightmare.   No matter what-somehow we always find our way back home. Home is where our heart is-and no matter how bad things get, we always go back home.

Home is our comfort zone-we always return.

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Finding Home  

 

She awoke just a few moments after sunrise.

Feeling the wetness of morning dew sticking to her face

After a long sleep upon the cold grassy ground.

 

Gathering her strength to awaken tired eyes,

She stretches in a state of confusion.

At once, she questions herself how she ever had ended up here

in the first place.

 

Laying upon this cold damp grass,

She finds herself in a yard she once called home.

Yet with no memory or recollection of how she traveled here.

 

Perhaps it was her deep conscious that lead her to this drunken state.

Sometimes her heart knew how much home was missed before she too

Could realize it herself.

 

Feeling around her surroundings, her heart felt an unwelcoming ache.

 

A place she played while she was young…

Yet a place, deserted years ago.

 

Looking to the sun, tears stung her virgin eyes.

“Please bring me home,” she whispers

 

So many years after a wrong turn,

Her growing journey had stopped to a halt.

… An aching heart that had begun to lead the way.”

 

“Please bring me home...” again she whispered.

With a ray of glorious light, the loving arms of a golden angel

Wrapped herself around the poor young girl’s fragile body,

And carried her to a cozy brick home with a antique red door,

A heart engraved with the word “home“ hung upon it.

 

An elderly couple answered and immediate embraced this young tearful woman.

The Lord, had helped her finally find her way home

after such a  troublesome journey.

“I love you mom and dad,” she whispered.

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-ariana r. cherry 2008

It seems that there has been a few participants so far in the “create a poem project.”  I just wanted to post what the poem has stated so far for those who might be interested in adding their lines……

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UNTITLED:

Into the darkness, I wept, so one could hear my tears

My soul is forever broken.

Pieces that can never be repaired,

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To participate in the project, just click on the “create a poem” in the top corner of this page, and type your lines in the reply box.  Be sure to make it somewhat relevant to the poem that is being formed, and please no adult or vulgar content. Thank you.

To those who love to read, write, and create …. poetry. Poetry is a lost art that seems to be trying to peek through those cracks again. In hopes to spread poetry, this blog is here to hopefully create an awareness in poetry once again…

You can get a chance to read different poems, get ideas that involve poetry, and more… Come back often to read new posts, get inspiration, and hopefully open up to the art of poetry…