Poetry Contest

• June 9 – June 16 Jun 9 at 9:30pm to Jun 16 at 9:30pm

• Poetry in My Mind Group

• Created for Poetry In My Mind

The cover photo on this page represents writer’s block at a time when typewriters were in use. (Photo prompt by Marcella Leff, administrator)

You may write a poem in any one or all of these forms- HAIKU, ACROSTIC, FREE VERSE, or RHYMING QUATRAIN about writer’s block. Explanation about your poem is permissible. Photos with your post will be deleted. You may post as many poems as you want but comments are counted per poem only.

Winner will be judged by the most original comments. One person can make many comments but only counts as one comment for winning at the end of the time limit. Your own comments do not count because you cannot judge your own poem. Comments being counted begins on June 9TH, 9:30pm if this event was posted earlier than stated date/time.

Contest will be from June 9 until June16, 9:30 pm. All members are invited to enter this contest. You can add your friends to join. Challenge them.

Administrators may post examples of poems but are not eligible to win. Administrators can like your poems but their comments do not count.

A new prompt will be posted every week. Winner will be posted on the main group page.

WRITER’S BLOCK

I cover my ears wanting to scream

I feel a headache coming on

I didn’t want to see your face

A scene from way back in a dream.

You always come at the

Most inopportune times

An uninvited guest for sure

Run away,I say, go chase the cat!

I rest my head upon my arms

Tears fall into the pit of keys

I have a deadline for heaven’s sake

Come on brain, turn on that charm.

My eyes fall heavy, they rest; I sleep

I chase words in clouds of air

What’s that noise? oh crap he’s home

Now I am in trouble, way too deep.

I stand, I yawn, I scratch my head

I head for the kitchen door

I really wish I wasn’t here

I’d rather be in bed or dead.

I mix, I fry, and make a mess

I chop the lettuce  fine

I hurry and leave that heated room

Slipping  on my prettiest dress.

I fix his plate, I butter his bread

I pour him his cold beer

I watch him eat  then the light comes on

New ideas racing straight in my head.

I leave him sit, to burp and fart

I race to my set of keys

Ideas bouncing round and round

I must catch  them before they depart.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

6.10.2015

Heart of Gold Type of Guy

I heard this song today in my car on the way home from the doctor. I thought about my own heart. Was it gold? Definitely not, but I try to remain in good thoughts. How does one speak of thine own self without others thinking, that girl is just bragging or hung up on herself? No, I am definitely not hung up on myself. Nor do I brag. I don’t think there is anything about me worth bragging. On the other hand I do think I try to be helpful, and pleasant in life. I don’t try to use people. After I thought of that for a while I became a little embarrassed thinking about myself that much. I then realized that is the kind of guy I have been searching for out there in the world. A guy who thinks of others before himself. A heart of gold type of guy. Know of anyone like this who isn’t married? lol,,, no, I don’t spend any quality time searching for guys like I used to. I finally figured that if God wants me to have a companion, he will throw him in front of my face. Oh well, off that subject and back to life today. You all have a great day  in this hot and humid weather! Talk to you soon!!