December 2011
126 posts
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 8
bsharisemoore:
Write an ode to a family member.
Today’s prompt provided by Rebecca Dupas.
Happy Writing!
Forehead Senryu 98/100 (7/30 of B. Sharise Moore's...
My dearest forehead
You deserve good love. A love
No hat can cover.
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 7
bsharisemoore:
Write a love poem to your LEAST favorite body part without using the word “love”.
Today’s prompt courtesy of PAGES!
Happy Writing!
"Wild" Sestina 97/100 (6/30 of B. Sharise Moore's...
We bartered a bit of our beautiful
Funneled the summer from our lungs into one another
Our tongues made pyrotechnics of our skin
All it took was one suck from the supple of your lip
To jar my heart into firefly, glowing wild
To light my veins into candle wick, set a flame to my passion
Your warm excavated all that was barricaded about my passion
Made my shaky nerves bloom orchid and...
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 6
bsharisemoore:
Write a poem about a kiss utilizing a poetic form you rarely/never use.
*Suggested forms: Senryu, cinquain, tanka, ode, pantoum, villanelle, limerick, sestina, persona, acrostic.
*Be sure to add either a link or brief description of the form you’ve chosen.
*Today’s prompt courtesy of sweetturtleberry.tumblr.com
Happy Writing!
Criminal 96/100 (5/30 of B.Sharise Moore's...
To watch him
After a stride of moon
Groove into a cyclone
With all that is ethereal
Consume all in his path
Like a glittery shoe tornado,
Was to watch a king run his kingdom,
Steal your heart smooth…
Like a criminal.
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 5
bsharisemoore:
Write a poem, of any length, about something that spirals or something that cuts.
Today’s prompt courtesy of andthisiswhatcameout.tumblr.com
Happy Writing!
When the rainbow had enough. 95/100 (4/100 of B....
(From the rainbow to the pot of gold)
You have been no friend to me
In all of your shining
And self seeking acclaim
You have allowed me
To remain shackled to the air
A scar of the sky
A bruise
Beaten into life by the storm
Left a technicolor frown
Gorgeous and dying.
And why?
For the goose chasers
To use me as trail
Just to find and marvel upon you and your shimmer?
A Shame,
In...
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 4
bsharisemoore:
Write a free verse poem of at least 10 lines about a conversation between a rainbow and a pot of gold.
Happy Writing and remember, Writers Write!
For my birthday 94/100 (3/30 of B. Sharise Moore's...
For my birthday
To make me into a cake
Take 2 mistaken fates
1 being mother
The other being father
Whisk their souls into one another
Until their goodness is goo
Add a pinch of both of their stubborn
A bit if salt to cut the sweet
Until all that is candied
Dwindles down to amnesia
Place contents into oven
Bake for 9 months
Making sure to add crack rock as desired
To keep the fire...
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 3
bsharisemoore:
Day 3 Prompt 3
Write a personal poem of at least 30 lines about yourself without using the word I.
*Today’s prompt provided by Morgan Harrison. :-)
Happy Writing and remember, Writers Write!
Till's Senryu. 93/100 (2/30 of B. Sharise Moore's...
Whistled me some sin
To cure my jungle fever
The wages were death.
*A senryu is a three line Japanese poem structurally similar to haiku. It is unrhymed and the subject is based human nature. It is usually satirical or ironic.
line 1 - 5 syllables
line 2 - 7 syllables
line 3 - 5 syllables
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day 2
bsharisemoore:
Day 2 Prompt 2
Write a poem about something that is considered forbidden.
The poem can be of any length and can be written in any form (senryu/tanka/ free verse/ pantoum etc.).
**If you choose to write in a form other than free verse, please share the name of the form and provide either a link or a brief explanation of how the form is done.
This prompt comes to us from...
Forget 92/100 (1/30 of B.Sharise Moore's...
After all these years
I still can’t forget
My Hands reaching for the sky
To find, at least for that moment
There was no God to pull down
Still can’t forget
the gun barrel to spine,
One of the few times
I prayed there be no light at the end of the tunnel
No heat to seep through my skin
And leak the nerves rioting about my body
Onto the Sidewalk.
Still can’t forget the grime
Of his voice,
So big,...
Writers Write Poetry Challenge Day #1
bsharisemoore:
Day 1 Prompt 1: Write a poem of at least 15 lines that includes the line:
Sometimes, yesterday isn’t worth the memory.
The line can be placed anywhere in the poem.
Happy writing and remember, Writers Write!
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Rasheed. 91/100
He leaves me confused
This run of the mill man
Manning his blues the way most do
With rickety faith
and uncertainty, stewed in their stomachs.
He seems a lot luckier than he is strong.
More stuck than steadfast,
Sure he’d move if he could,
but he can’t.
I cannot be the only one
Who hears the organized noise
He pawns off as song,
The calm of naked emperor
draped in imaginary garment
he dawns...
Graffiti DC
So @GraffitiDC is tomorrow and to be frank, I’d LOVE to see everyone who follows me in the DC Area there, not only to support, but to expose yourself to art in a way that you may not have been exposed to before. Also, bring your friends along with and expose them as well. What’s the worst that can happen? You find out you LOVE performance poetry and learn that you could not only be...
Fragile 90/100
Funny
how we’re hurt
And vow never to be hurt again
We decorate our armor
With our old scars
As if to defend
our new qualms
When at most
All it really does
is broadcast our flaws
Televise our injuries
smoke signal our brand of harmed
and keeps us
as fragile beings.
Your Skin and its Murk. 89/10
Not a bit of ugly in your darkness
In your skin and its murk
That ethereal tent of brown
Smoothed across nerve,
Your moonlit bit of Eden Soil
Pores singing Mahalia
Blushing russet
Paved in the glow of God
Like mural of melanin.
Not even a bit of average
in the splendor of your fabric
Your bronzed silk
Sun soothed until sultry
To lay eyes upon you
Would be mahogany baptismal
Pardon, if I purge...
Chariot 88/100
I once had wings
Still got the wax burns
Singed into my backbones to prove it
The memory is still scarred across my brain
Of how the sun scowled
just prove me foolish
Sent me diving into ground
To drown my little hope
I had into the gravel.
Yet again
I am here
Standing at the edge of my heart
Where every step seems precipice
and I can feel the fall
shooting thick through my all
All over again.
But...
Roped Around Me. 87/10
Most days
I am too proud
and too strong
To allow the brittle of my back
To spasm you a song
Confessing of its need to be touched,
To let the marred of my manhood
Melt meek into the mold of your hold
To bare this beaten body,
To stop faking whole
And be as broken
as this baneful bravado
roped around me.
Posted 86/100
Posted
Early Morning
A young grimy-face
The A capella pulse of a muted street corner
That has yet to have its bowl of noise
For Breakfast
Becomes the first lad
for the concrete to snack on
Stands like his grandma’s nightmares
Breaths like his momma’s neglect
Exists like his daddy’s footsteps
Small and not moving
Just shooting the shit.
A Shame
Young scab
out here trying to be wound
Already...
chocol8luv-deactivated20120308 asked: You write beautifully.
Let Go. 85/100
When her eyes
Grow pregnant with sorrow
And her swelled soul
Floods the tremor of her voice
Bleeding her of her cry
Your hug will be no tourniquet
Let go.
Say Goodbye.
9 Years Later 84/100
The mortar shell
Will be left behind
For the wind to clean
until the streets gleam amnesty.
The napalm will wither thin,
The land left as a carcass
Will stand bewildered,
With its nerves rattled,
Wired in its painstaking withdrawal.
From the Men
who laced the sulfur with God,
Fed them gun religion for 9 years
Aided like camouflaged Anti Christs
Fed the multitudes with bombs
Washed the red off...
khaliahp asked: "The whole day through/ We let the goodbye brew/ until palpable/ Until no alchemy/ Could transmute this iron truth into gold" That opening. Damn. I was just like "mm." Have a good day love, keep on writing.
Tyler Perry's advice to women 83/100
Never duck a man’s punch.
Wait for Light Skinned Jesus
To block it for you.
Steve Harvey's advice to women 82/100
Act like a woman.
Think like a man.
Act like a man thinks you should act.
Georgia on My Mind (Revised) 81/100
The whole day through
We let the goodbye brew
until palpable
Until no alchemy
Could transmute this iron truth into gold
Nor console the heavy
of our throats, eyes and souls
all weighed down
trying to palate the pain
Sis,
The last time I saw you
Was in Georgia
The Red Clay, scarlet across my feet
The wind thieved from my lungs
The moment your face
Greeted me
Sapped of its...