April’s Collection
A collection of poem’s from my Poetry Month Challenge: “Write a poem everyday in the month of April”
POETRY MONTH Day 1:
Some things I keep to myself
I hold it in
But love is a growing thing
And it’s sprouting where my tongue used to be
POETRY MONTH Day 2:
I have cooked for him before
Stirred up something bitter like questions that have no right answer
Minced words so soft to touch they broke our walls down
And yes, he cried, as they all do
I chopped up his lies until they garnished me not grated me
But you,
You serve me good days and slow cooked kisses with no pressure so,
I’m sorry that you’re eating from a plate that was not prepared for you because,
I was not prepared for you
POETRY MONTH Day 3:
God splayed the sun and put it in a flower
But who cares
We hold dandelions like they are common
Mistakes
Pushed up on every road
So what if there’s a lot of it
There’s a lot of us
Walking down every road
Mistakes
Someone held you like you were common
Didn’t care that
God split the soil and put his face in yours
POETRY MONTH DAY 4:
Burning lips
Tastes like metal
Like ash after a car crash
Falling from a high height
Feels like love and like fighting
Feels like history under a hood
Like a past swelling ready to pour into
Me, and my still water
and my green pasture
and my cool and my serenity.
POETRY MONTH DAY 5:
We are a mosaic of all the words spoken
Over us
Beholden to the stranger as much as our mothers
POETRY MONTH DAY 6:
Is it ok to want more?
Holding two hands out
Palms facing heaven as if the wind asked for healing
Must I hold still in contentment,
Be the waiting woman,
Not the wanting woman?
Can I be the first to be served and have the last piece?
The one sacrificed for
Picked without having to perform
Loved without having to labour
If I cannot afford to be bold, will you be?
For me?
Not against me?
Alchemise the taboo and give me gold
Give me more
POETRY MONTH DAY 7:
We are still, in love
Like stained glass windows
Pulling light into colour
We are still, in love
Like stone statues
Punishing time with their beauty
We are still, in love
Like the ocean’s obedience to the moon
POETRY MONTH DAY 8:
He came before her
kneeling,
Placed his head between her thighs and
Asked for forgiveness,
Like she was the god that made him
Like she was the heaven he didn’t want to be shut out from
POETRY MONTH DAY 9:
If the cliff could talk
It would ask the bridge why,
The birds that leap over
Never take to the sky
POETRY MONTH DAY 10:
Breathe slow
Into the deep abyss of your lungs
Take me with you
Far out
Until I’m way over my head
Trusting you to stay alive
To exhale for the both of us
POETRY MONTH DAY 11:
To love you is my highest form of wisdom
To love you is my deepest form of indulgence
To love you is my furthest state of surrender
To love you is my clearest state of peace
POETRY MONTH DAY 12:
This heart is an ocean
This heart is a bed
This heart is a cage and a home
This heart is a mountain
This heart is a matrix
This heart is a trap and a hole
This heart is a highway
This heart is a nation
This heart is a maze and a shell
This heart is a treasure chest with no combination, and you’re a castaway
can’t you tell?
POETRY MONTH DAY 13:
Let this body be a beach
Leave imprints on dunes the colour of Earth’s first love
And I’ll teach you how to swallow the sun,
To be warm from the belly,
To be a place worth being buried in.
POETRY MONTH DAY 14:
Tired eyes
You’ve carried your day into bed
It’s the shiver of your breath on the pillow
Your white knuckle grip on the sheets
I see you
The day won’t end for you here
Unless you let go of it
Hold on to me instead
Place your hand on the curve beneath my ribs
And dance with me
Beneath the blanket of night
Tired eyes
You’re releasing the day
Releasing
Releasing
POETRY MONTH DAY 15:
In a moment
More sudden than sleep
I find myself here
Braving the in-between with you
We live in the grey
A void made comfortable because I can smell your skin and your ferociousness to protect what we have
The good thing going on
As nameless as it is
Tomorrow calls
I am to walk towards the light
Into a title or identity
But I stay here
Trudging the grey with you
All to be the one that endured
POETRY MONTH DAY 16:
In my daydreams, I watch another girl with eyes like mine take my lines and kiss my man and, I wish I could be just like her.
She says she's in love when she's in love and, she is a willing witness to the majesty of falling.
Maybe you fell for that girl, who sometimes shows her face, out from the darkness in my pupils.
My body is a clay pot ready for her blooming.
She is a bright yellow, budding then bursting, like fireworks on winter nights
POETRY MONTH DAY 17:
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POETRY MONTH DAY 18 (Easter):
The sky rolled over
As shutting eyes do
Blackened like a mirror to the sea
Like the one He walked on
Rushing with no where to go
What do you do when God tells you your work is finished?
You prepare to die with Him
Cover everything in shadow
Shut the eyes of the world
Force dignity upon them
[ref. Matthew 27:45]
POETRY MONTH DAY 19 (Easter):
In the pit of my despair
Or the Earth’s fiery core,
Beneath a heavy waterfall or
Under the shards of a rainbow,
At the bottom of a wine bottle
Or at the end of a cigarette,
He can find me
And turn my face to His
[ref. Matthew 12:40]
POETRY MONTH DAY 20 (Easter):
That day
The sun rose over the world twice
Although
There was and is
One brighter than the other
One bigger than the other
One bowing to the other
[ref. Matthew 28:6]
POETRY MONTH DAY 21:
He asked
What do our spirits look like?
She said
I think maybe they mirror an eternal Eden of evergreen madness where life is in overflow.
POETRY MONTH DAY 22:
She wore her joy like jewellery
Mother’s smile on her right wrist
Father’s advice on her collar bone
Sister’s voice dangles from her earlobes
Brother’s jokes sealed to her teeth
She carried her whole family in her
laughter
Guttural
Belly full
like a house
With no
more
empty
rooms
POETRY MONTH DAY 23:
Woman,
You are the grace in every stride
The goodwill in every favour
The velvet in every petal
The strength in every promise
And the touch that the Earth needed to be called a home
POETRY MONTH DAY 24:
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POETRY MONTH DAY 25:
What does your heart break for?
Show me
The passion you’ve cradled
what you’ve kept hidden from the world and me
There are letters in the palm of your hands
And in the cadence of your breath
Speak them out
Tell me what washes up at the shoreline of your heart and soul
The thing your mind swears it will never let you forget
POETRY MONTH DAY 26:
Your tears fell on my skin
like wayward embers from a flame
You are guilty of every fire
I have ever felt
POETRY MONTH DAY 27:
I am a girl who cannot afford perfume
So I gave you an orange to peel for me
That you would think of me
I would linger in the crevice of your skin
With your fingertips you take me home
My scent in the palm of your hands
Wanting more of me before I start to fade from memory
POETRY MONTH DAY 28:
Her dress swung in the wind
Like low hanging fruit
She would come to know the treasures
Her body had stored for her
Only once it had been taken
POETRY MONTH DAY 29:
I’m across the room
And so are you
I have acquainted my back with the wall
And so have you
I’ve chased your eyes around the room until they land on me
You give me permission to rest in your gaze
So I begin my voyage
I’ll cross the sea of people
The hands that steal and pull
The shoulders that threaten to drown
To get your name, and your drink, and your number, and your trust, and your evenings, and your mornings, and your heart, and your hand
POETRY MONTH DAY 30:
I adore you
The way your presence spreads into me
Like herbal tea in boiling water
Making that dream of mine bigger
Setting off fireworks
In the belly of my fears
Making that laugh of mine echo
Painting stars into an empty
Black sky
Making those eyes of mine shimmer
Plucking out ego, bravery, passion, wounds
Like flowers
And I engage with every colour you expose.
C.
Author’s Note
Thank you for reading. Please take the time to comment on what your favourite poem/ Day is out of the collection. I would love to know what stayed with you after you read it. I’m in love with Day 7 and Day 14.
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