Turr Poems | Examples

My Time of the Month

I think I’ve a cycle 
a monthly mindful 
when I will write more
mind will rhyme pour
with ease and a flex
I see readied text
a pick and or mix
choice with index
pen down at pace
ideas not too waste
on my hand my face
capture to place
and given within 
is rhythm too win
tight writes begin
like church bells ring
and I really go 
fly smooth with flow 
overthinking loads 
then damaging rows 
long winded 
loose hinges 
from great rhyme fringe 
to cringington cringes
however one poem will prevail 
do well 
and I’ll buzz and I’ll rush 
forgetting rubbish writes of sludge 
seek a new write 
a rhyme alike
set too the standard 
but my mind now hampered 
nothing happens 
complete silence 
I can’t see or sense words 
the brain of a bird 
rhythm wants to occur
but just goes nurr burr turr 
I have a time of the month for rhyming 
when I tampax it and catch a flow for writing 
the seeds bringing to life rhyme 
bleeding pen strings pictures your mind