The waves crash against the shore
Waves of joy
Waves of anger
Waves of sadness
All push against the unmoving shore
Blast from the Past:
We sit here struck by
Waves of strange emotion as
We think together
09/12/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Tag: alternativepoetry
09/09/24 A New Imayo for a New Day
He kneels for a nice long sob – soft licks smear his face
He turns his glum gaze outwards – his dog pants waiting
Tears breach the dam his eyes held – the dog strides his lap
He whimpers now aware that someone’s there to care
This is my first attempt at an imayo, a form of poetry made of 4 lines. Each is 12 syllables, split into a 7 syllable and 5 syllable section.
Blast from the Past:
Wake happy and cry
By the day’s end. Start doubting
And end satisfied.
09/07/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I
Grow
My
Grand
Lie
To
Fly
So
High
This is a poem form I invented, based on Magic 9 poems, which I was reading about recently. Basically, each line must be one syllable and must follow the rhyme scheme: abacadaba.
Blast from the Past:
I stand here confused.
I shake my wings intently,
But I do not fly.
09/05/25 A New Than-Bauk for a New Day
It’s here I wait
At the gate where
My late bus isn’t.I just look on
Eying dawn as
A yawn consumesThey all still sleep
Few cars creep past
No peep from themIf my eyes take
A quick break, will
It snake right past?
Today’s poem is a than-bauk.
Blast from the Past:
Once again I face
The dauntingly simple task
Of falling asleep…
09/03/25 A New Sijo for a New Day
09/01/25 A New Palindrome Poem for a New Day
Silent men
Make monsters
Scream
Monsters make
Men silent
This is my first go at a palindrome poem. The idea is that after a certain hinge word (in my case “scream”) the rest of the poem repeats the same words backwards.
Blast from the Past:
Must we feign surprise
When monsters return after
We bred them so long?
08/31/25 A Magic 9 Poem for a New Day
Eyes glued forward, beyond the rise and fall
Too afraid to look another way
The wind howls its persistent call
A slap across my face
The boat inches on its slow crawl
Nothing can change its glacial pace
“Forward!”, “Forward!” I try to call
Get me to another day
Beyond the rise and fall
Today’s poem is a Magic 9 poem, a 9 line poem following this rhyme scheme: abacadaba. Evidently, this form of poetry was invented as a typo of abracadabra, but without the r’s.
Blast from the Past:
I’ll try again to
Right the ship that veers off course
Towards oblivion
08/26/25 A New Poem for a New Day
I don’t believe in anger
I don’t believe in rage
I can’t stand your pain
I don’t want your cage
None of this will lead me
Back to you again
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
Blast from the Past:
Not proactive enough, not obedient enough,
Not developing enough, not restraining enough,
Not enough good questions, not confirming enough,
I have had enough enoughs
08/24/25 A New Pegunta for a New Day
Do our lives matter
If in time we will soon be
Fully forgotten?Lacking legacy,
We’re now free to forge our own
Meaning for our moment
This poem is a pegunta. The idea is to have the first stanza raise a question that the second stanza answers.
Blast from the Past:
Stop looking for a
Meaning; you are the meaning
Start being yourself.
(I lost internet for a few days, so I was not able to post the poem I wrote that day until several days later.)
08/21/25 A New Poem for a New Day
Hiking through the forest,
In search of a monkey.What’s that rustle in the bush?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a focused cat.What’s that swinging from the trees?
Is that a monkey?
No, it’s a scavenging crow.What’s that clamor?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s gushing water.What’s that brown figure in the bush?
Is it a monkey?
No, it’s a rotting stump.Never did find any monkeys,
But in the search,
I discovered
A whole forest
Blast from the Past:
The trees are gorgeous,
If only I look up and
Engage with the world