Here’s today Poetry Push for List Poems. It’s a great way to warm-up your poetic muscles for the day.
What does this prompt make you think of? Brainstorm a list first. What’s puzzling to you right now? What are the pieces you need to complete something? Or maybe go off in a completely different way. This is just a warm-up, so don’t spend a lot of time on it, five to ten minutes to create a list poem inspired by the Poetry Push card above. For some examples from previous weeks, click on the poetry push tag at the bottom of this post.
Make sure to add your name to the poem when you post it.
Have fun!
NO ONE KNOWS
No one knows just how you feel
The pain, the heartache, the misery
No one knows how it feels to be you
To walk in your shoes. Even for one day
No one knows if they are taking
The right road, the right path to success
No one knows what their future holds
If they have made the right choices
No one knows, how could they know?
You have to feel it in your heart
Feel the love around you, accept that love
Find the positive things in life, embrace them
For no one knows in this world of uncertainty
Just what tomorrow will bring,
If there will even be a tomorrow.
So we have to make the most
Of what we have now, because after all
NO ONE KNOWS
– Anne McKenna
Re: NO ONE KNOWS
This is wonderful, Anne. No one knows unless we tell them. And you just did.
No one knows
The dark space in the closet
The clank of the door catch
The smell of shoe leather
The coat sleeves brushing my face
That slice of light
Beneath the door–
No one knows
I’m in here,
Thinking.
–Jennifer R. Hubbard
If I were to work on a revision, I’d try to get rid of those “the’s” at the beginning of the lines.
No one knows what size tutu
A flea wears.
But we might guess they leap and pirouette
As well as any prima ballerina.
No one knows what a giraffe does
For a sore throat,
Let alone how we’d know he even had one
Since they make no noise at all.
(And no one nose
Has ever not run.)
No one knows what cats would really do
If they suddenly had thumbs.
For all we know they’d still want us to do
All those things we do for them now.
(But I think we can guess
That’s likely for the best.)
And no one knows what I’m going to think next.
What fun, Sue! I love the thought of cats with thumbs. Of course they’d still want us to do all those things for them!
Lovely first pass Jenn, though I can see your potential if you thought about revising. I totally see that slice of light under the door.
Nobody knows where a poem comes from.
Drifting down like falling leaves?
Bursting forth like baby laughter?
Working up from dark roots?
Sending green shoots into the air?
Leaking out of tightly held memories?
Spilling over from joy?
Nobody knows.