National Poetry Month 2016: April 6

[RiverNotch]

Again, the rule is you've got to write something on the topic or form described, with yer poems being in different posts. And that month thing -- prompts'll stop by April 30.

TODAY'S TOPIC: "Weeded would like to see a poem inspired by the euphoria of the first time you do something (sex, love, drugs, poetry) or possibly inspired by the longing for recapturing that feeling of the first time"
FORM: Any
LINE REQUIREMENTS: 8 lines or more

Credit where it's due; the idea and the prompts come from this site:
Poetry Forum - - Post poetry, get feedback, give critique.

 

[Desu Juice]

Storms Outside of Thebes

The first moments of the hate were in long time making,
Too much like the princes Eteocles and Polyneices,
They were cursed by fate to take in, raking,
For a ranking rating by the fairest spring flower,
Forever from each other taking.

He sits in the Thebes he won and smiles,
(Well she was his from the beginning, he knows)
Begging to begin anew, but not with bitter taste,
Bitter touch, bitter haste, but with brows
Not furrowed at their first sight, but at why they weren't friends from the beginning.

 

[RiverNotch]

Hey, I like that one! although your last line might need a bit of cleaning up -- and I do wonder when the Creon comes in ;). Anyway, here's mine, which has been since yesterday's a-makin'.

UNDER THE HIJAB

The first time leaves
no subtleties of truth,
only desire -- fear -- then a trace
of vital memory.

I saw that morning
in the heart of a summer wood
what glows behind the veil,

brighter than the golden stars and leaves
traced upon the purple -- not sex,
which the Prophet says would have struck me blind,

but a substitute more vital -- and I found myself
lost in the passage of the woodbird
and the mosquito.

How many songs have I written?
How many hearts have I broken?
only to recapture that same moment,
that same stolen sight of golden hair
and ivory tower neck, then leave
still starving --

there is no second time.

 

[noodle]

(Well, this is almost two years too late, but who cares)

I remember the way my heart sang,
When the adrenaline gave it its embrace,
When the machine under me,
Seemed to become one with my body.

We navigated the backyard with a sense of adventure,
Though I was just a babe,
And it was just a motorcycle,
We were the best of friends.

Every turn came with a shout,
And every hill with a swell.
It danced under my hands,
And I forced the throttle as far as it would go.

My foot worked with the gear shifter,
A synchronized dance,
An uneven beat,
Sending us smoothly across the fields.

And even though it hurt me, drove me into the earth,
As I chased the other girls,
My knee exposed, a scar now,
I couldn't wait to get back.

And now that I have grown older,
Forced to abandon it,
For a taller, faster breed,
I wish I could feel that euphoria once more.

But my backyard is smaller now,
And the hills I once rode too tame.
The world is not welcoming to roaring motors,
So I am left on the ground, stripped of my wings.​

 

[PoetLore]

A soft shy smile
Offered with a sideways glance
Heated cheeks
Butterflies fluttering madly within

Every word attended
Every look and touch ignites
Suppressed dreams
While fancy flies toward possible doom

And yet though insecure
And fearful
Hope dauntless rears its head

Then the blossoms open wide
When love returned at last confirmed
Fires burn bright
Sharing our lives begins my hand in yours

 

[RiverNotch]

Lol, I don't think I even got to posting all of the prompts. I feel like I should make the jobs of peeps participating in this wee revival harder.