Poem Challenges

Poetry prompted by Poem-A-Day challenges and writing prompts.

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So poems from April 2nd

Yes, It’s taking me a few days to get up to speed! But here’s yesterday’s offerings … NaPoWriMo 2026: And April PAD Challenge: Do keep in mind that the poems I post here in my blog are drafts. I haven’t revised or refined them yet (That is May’s work.) Let me know how these two hit you.

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My two poems for April 1st

Again for this year I am participating in both NaPoWriMo and Robert Lee Brewster’s April Poem A Day Challenge, letting me play with two prompts each day! For NaPoWriMo: For April PAD: I also post these on Instagram each day in April at @poet_ariel

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Still here! And still doing NaPoWriMo!

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Revisiting

Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how?  It ends.And the fire is going,…

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Revisiting

Revisiting Now thoughts of you are rare,a distraction not afforded me.Life has gotten too perilouswhen you are near,too much a luxury.Is this how love begins to end?I am too busy keeping all the lights on,it demands too much attention;they fade as I stop thinking of you.Thoughts of you began to beforgot, how my heart rapidly beat.Beloved, is this how?  It ends.And the fire is going,…

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Impatient

Impatient My patience is a guttered out candle,the wax spilled out of everything I wrote.I despair the only heat I will ever wraparound me is from my sweater,or from a heater, not a burning fire.I don’t want to own your heartbut may I again be its companion?I sit alone on a long couch,walk a lonely carpet;even my cat tires of me.I long to wear white lace again,sit on your porch,feel my heart…

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the void

the void my muscles are heavy with need. i whisper into the voidstill too quiet for you to avoidall i want is for you to walk into my poemlet to swirl and whirl around youperhaps sneak into your earwork its way into your subconscious then one day you will start to randomlythink about meand love then connect the twoand with a thundering shoutyou will run back to me your muscles heavy with…

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life

life Life is broken,like kindling stacked and ready for the match Have I wasted my life, my homejust waiting for you? I have gotten too used toliving in the darkand the cold,like tundra nights. I am a cork, waterlogged, in the vast ocean; We measure our time by our spinning. I got you to tremble with lust.Doves, all around us. Ariel

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earth

earth let me plant my feet deep and send out rootslet me grow yellow-green leaves this springand soak up the warming sunwe are living in this liminal timebefore humans burn our mother uplet me disavow them, step awayand nuzzle back into the earthbe her child once again. Ariel

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last six words

last six words You say you’re a bear but I think a boara cowboy looking to collar “a filly” using a bit of flair. Dude,women don’t care how many greenbacksyou pull; this isn’t The Wild West. they want self-determination and respect. Ariel

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Why I'm Still Living

draft Why I’m Still Living1: I would do anything to spendtime with my witty son. Even enduresickness and a body of pain. to hear his   voice laugh and teasegive him two rooms, one for sleeping, one for wakingI live to see him stride across the local stageand I must live to protect him from the snake who attacks without warning, I must ensure his survival2: and of course there are my furry cats3:…

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panic

draft panic there are invisible bugs crawling on my skinphantom boa constrictor around chestmy mind in a thousand dank caves all at once how can I find myself my hands slither over each other like a clutch of wormsmy hair falls, trying to shield my eyes from seeing, well, everythingmy arms reach out, come back empty how can I live like this Ariel

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haunted

draft hauntedYou’re either a poet or a poem.I’m a poetand you my poem.you hunt my hours. the ticking of the clock is your breaths,they echo in my heavy breast.your hunting whispers to mea seductive heavy exhale.oh, merman, you murmur a hunting sirenthe ocean amplifies it until it is a foghornand the only safe shore is the rocksyour hunting are waves that drown methen raises me to air and words.I…

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The Devil And Me

draft The Devil And Me(after Ira Wolf)I’m not a superhero, though I wish to be.It’s weird when you wake up to The Others just under that first layer of skinand they are claw, clawing to get out, and you hope that your skin is metal like Colossus to keep them from escaping and adamantium bones to keep them from breaking you inside. But you know you’re no superhero, just a child grown who had to…

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form, anti-form

draft form, anti-formbreeze sends whiteblossoms drifting down like winter.the sky isblue, clouds let in the sun. yetcats huddle inside. with a hot mug to sip fromi long for summer’s warmth,to lay in the sun and let it bake me.live wearing as few layersas possible. Ariel

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stained glass

draft stained glassweighted down base, rippling.tall art novoeu stalkholds up a reverse tulip. multi-colored glass formedinto a bell, lilies thin as skin. protecting the delicate lightbulb. when it’s on it, it glows,sending vibrant rainbows everywhere.wooden chair sits three feet from the television. Ariel

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middle

draft middle passion monthand the pink moon is halved in the ink of it.my honey breast is going placeslooking for its north star,hoping against hope it never moves.this spring rhythm; again it shimmiesthrough my skin like a creature emerging from thawed hibernation;i wake, i breathe, i write. i long for your embracethe silliness of it, like minor fallsand major lifts. Ariel

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