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Details | ABC |
You send bolts through my skin 
something I was never to 
accomplish with you, when I 
saw you it's like my heart sank 
to my stomach and I was in 
shock my body still my body 
heavy felt like when I moved I 
was about to fall to my knees 
you make me want to get 
inside my brain pick you up and 
take you out pick you one by 
one like a flower because I do 
love you and love you not.

Copyright © brittney lopez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
November and April
when the trees are first bare and last naked
have become my favorite months. All the food eaten
except last rose hips and earliest leeks.
Leaves innocent
as dying men and infants.

Study one plant or animal each morning
before writing anything. All reading -
poetry or prose, truth or fiction -
classified the same, the distinguishing
characteristics being helpful or boring, 
beautifully or indifferently written. Then

practice trumpet worried not at all about
my sound or perfection. Afternoon, my sons
return from school, math and (again) 
reading, piano. Wednesdays we walk
observe plants and animals and record
our observations to identify and classify

later in the week. Nothing else special
need be done but stay alive.

Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Titanic unth- 
Not this month.  

    *it is difficult to find words to rhyme with 'month.' 

Copyright © John Smith | Year Posted 2011

Details | Haiku |
cherry blossoms burst
blue feathers line a new nest
Madam pens haiku

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |
He sits in the bus cubical dressed in tattered clothes, he holds a Coke bottle filled with something I don't know. I can see the pain that hides behind his eyes, nowhere to go the street is his home tonight. His hair is all matted doesn't look like it was brushed, a scruffy beard on his face passersby never made a fuss. His hands are all dirty his face is too, he sits there peacefully as there is nothing else to do. My heart goes out to him as he is homeless beyond compare, it hurts my soul just to see him sitting there. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Apr.20/2005

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka |
Funny bug dances tapping his toes to the tunes snapping his fingers while onlookers laugh at him then decide to boogie too. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Apr.29/2005

Copyright © Cynthia Jones | Year Posted 2015

Details | Burlesque |
DR. SHUSH'S POETRY CONTEST This contest isn’t as easy as it looks The topic is Dr. Shush, his life and books Send in your un-rhymed senryu Or enter your well-rhymed haiku The judges won’t mind Not that they are really kind or tough Good rhythm is hard to find And they never read your stuff So let’s keep all this hush Unless you ride a different train (But in honor of the lively Dr. Shush – We’d allow frenemies to submit Quatrain) Next month we will compete with sonnets The deadline, if I may say, is yesterday Now, don’t get bees in your bonnets For it’s not quite April Fool’s Day Before I go (but not really go away) May I run this by you, “Parrot Or Pet Poetry”? For a zinger combo contest, Pet Poems for the next St. Shush’s Day: Submit Pet Parrot or Pat Parrot, Pat Poetry or Pet Poetry Tree Parrot or Free Parrot, Parrot Free and Poet Free Any tree, really – so long as it’s free (ra ra ra! FREE EVERY TREE!) Poet Tree and Parrotry, or Free Poetry and Tree Poetry; Last but not least, submit Tree Pets, Three Pats, or Tree Pats and Three Pets (Just to cover loopholes: allow Parrot pats, Poet Parrots, but no parrot pots) Poets’ pets, or Poets’ pats, along with Pat Poets and Poet Pets are a hoot – Petty Poets, Pet potty, plus Pet Pats and Pat Pets. I’m done – Don’t shoot!) H A P P Y A P R I L F O O L’ S E V E © Anil Deo 20170331

Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |
Cherry Blossoms
The Pink cherry blossoms,
Blooming in the early spring,
Echoing laughter.

Copyright © Jerry Chen | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
The warming
muzzle of sun
burrows into
budding souls
till wind changes--
turns its back,
broods, then touches
us cold
as temperatures
and yes,
this is
the cruelest
month, the
naked temptress
of sateen summer.

Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2007

Details | Lyric |
Inside the apple 
a star, in my throbbing heart
there’s nothing, but you--

April nineteen man
of yesterday and today, there is 
us...the vision of morrow

Of creative flair
ah, the spice-scented thought
shod with pink roses

Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
Poems by Jake Cosmos Aller For Poem a Thon 2017
April 1 Berkeley California

Growing up in the 60’s
In Berkeley almost 50 years ago
I think back
At those turbulent times
Those crazy wonderful times

Berkeley is a wonderful place
In many ways
Stuck forever in 1967
A true time travel experience

Every time I go back
And relive the memories
Of the 60’s

The 60’s never died
They continue
In college towns
Across the world

And Berkeley
Remains the mecca
Of the counter cultural revolution

Many things have changed
But the organic food revolution
Became mainstream

Marijuana spread out
The sexual revolution
Became mainstream

So much of the world
Is but a reflection
Of the revolution of the 60’s

And the conservative counter-revolution
That we are still fighting
So, I salute
My homeland

The center of my universe
April 2 Lithia Springs

Staying at Lithia Springs
Soaking in the healing waters

Soaking my pains away
Renewing my life

Renewing my love
As we both soak away

As the pain of life go away
And our love grows

With each soaking session
Life is good

At the hot springs water
Sooths us and smooth us

And we fall in love
Again and again

Copyright © jake aller | Year Posted 2017