Haiku a thon 2013 DONE 90-100!!

Haiku 90

Here we go, last 10

Two bottles of champagne done

I'm coherent truth.

Haiku 91

I keep drinkin' cause

I love it. I keep grinding

Because I love it.

Haiku 92

Knick Knack Paddy Whack

Give me the soca riddim

in the top forty.

Haiku 93

I'm more Rob than Bob

I can dance living dead girl

long for Marley hope.

Haiku 94

Suge Knight killed Tupac

P diddy killed biggy..so

Justice this year please.

Haiku 95

I love my cat lady

she's my wild feline fatale

I paint her with love.

Haiku 96

Kiss me Kiss me please

I need to write four haikus

The well is so dry.

Haiku 97

At midnight I'd kiss

 a ghost who'd kiss me back hard

but coming back? No.

Haiku 98

My arms hold this world

so full of kaboom and hope

Lets explode nasty.

Haiku 99

Let's do this crazy

nip slips, carpet flips,let's fall

into the wild yes.

Haiku 100

I want to tell you

mad stories of fishing quiet

baitshacks, earth worms, love.

Haiku a thon 2013 DONE 90-100!!

Haiku 90

Here we go, last 10

Two bottles of champagne done

I'm coherent truth.

Haiku 91

I keep drinkin' cause

I love it. I keep grinding

Because I love it.

Haiku 92

Knick Knack Paddy Whack

Give me the soca riddim

in the top forty.

Haiku 93

I'm more Rob than Bob

I can dance living dead girl

long for Marley hope.

Haiku 94

Suge Knight killed Tupac

P diddy killed biggy..so

Justice this year please.

Haiku 95

I love my cat lady

she's my wild feline fatale

I paint her with love.

Haiku 96

Kiss me Kiss me please

I need to write four haikus

The well is so dry.

Haiku 97

At midnight I'd kiss

 a ghost who'd kiss me back hard

but coming back? No.

Haiku 98

My arms hold this world

so full of kaboom and hope

Lets explode nasty.

Haiku 99

Let's do this crazy

nip slips, carpet flips,let's fall

into the wild yes.

Haiku 100

I want to tell you

mad stories of fishing quiet

baitshacks, earth worms, love.

Haiku a thon 2013 81-90

Haiku 81

But you're a good girl

you want to get nasty, Hey

Blurred lines. You want it.

Haiku 82

Versace love it

Versace Versace Oh

Miami mansion.

Haiku 82

My Medusa head

Stinging tentacles free swim

This gorgon lives on.

Haiku 83

We kiss, We fell, vain

I came like a wrecking ball

See boobs online now.

Haiku 84

I did walk away

In seven year intervals

Reinvent again.

Haiku 85

No dynasty here

I'm a patchwork quilt I

like unraveling.

Haiku 86

Struggle hard against

The tribe rules to overwhelm

But own yourself. Now.

Haiku 87

Crave danger and play

To live real is to suffer

Survival is truth.

Haiku 88

I so used to be

Snow White and I drifted far

I am bad so good.

Haiku 89

Trying to keep it real

I find I don't talk at all

Real is soul silence.

Haiku 90

Here we go, last 10

Two bottles of champagne done

I'm coherent truth.

Haiku a Thon 2013 == 71-80

Haiku 71

Baby Let it go

the past is your loss, let live
 kick it up a notch.

Haiku 72

Want a better sleep?

We all deserve a dark passage

of silence, wonder.

Haiku 73

Everybody knows that

Know it all, do it all , you

suck life out of joy.

Haiku 74

Publicity stunts

the sex tape acknowledged as

major career moves.

Haiku 75

Miley Cyrus has

tricked up the whole game, she's good

now to top all that....

Haiku 76

It's for her own good

My dad said, I also say

as she falls asleep.

Haiku 77

Started from bottom

now the whole team is here, Ugh

Just a reminder.

Haiku 78

Yo Yo Yo what up

ya'll, this Southern thing so thick

Chug that gravy real.

Haiku 79

On the true nature

of haters, they don't like joy

Smother them with it.

Haiku 80

Maybe they will , won't

You gotta drive, steer the wheel

Only you solve it.

Haiku a thon 2013 61-70

Haiku 61

A state of the heart

the roller coaster blew the fuse

of begging to live.

Haiku 62

Great great grandmother

my blood hears inanimate

things talk. Wish we could.

Haiku 63

Hello cheap champagne

We're the best of friends again

What happens here...SHHH..

Haiku 64

We made it 2013
New scars, new ideas, places found

It's Naked O'Clock.

Haiku 65

Bring out the chainsaw

there's a shark-nado ahead

It is a promise.

Haiku 66

All New Beginning

This year the man bun so ruled

Better than mullet.

Haiku 67

Resolution -what?

Stand up. Stand out. Stand in. Stand

for something with heart.

Haiku 68

Amped up pug hears sound

fireworks pop, she woofs, she walks

the bunnies settle.

Haiku 69

I won an award

it was international

yet local? silence.

Haiku 70

Mental state in flux

creative impulse compells

Suck it Prozac.Hard.

Haiku a thon 2014 51-60

Haiku 51

Eat Dictionary

Consume a languid latin

Name world pretty things.

Haiku 52

Become transcendent

the voice said as I fell hard

5 inch platforms gone.

Haiku 53

I miss being on knees

gardening one with the earth

praying one with God.

Haiku 54

He should not belief

a word I said, because I'm

broken like curfew.

Haiku 55

Dear eHarmony

Passion ignited by feelings

restraining order.

Haiku 56

Inaccesible.

she drags everything down hard

toothpicks to build with.

Haiku 57

YOU! Femininism

I took it McDonald's style

when it was a map.

Haiku 58

Was she willing to hear

the same old story or did

she write on her skin.

Haiku 59

Friedrich Nietzche says

I before e for me, yes

and Budwieser. See?

Haiku 60

What doesn't kill us

makes us rant, whine, scream,cry, WINE

the bottle says- Quiet.

Haiku A thon 32-50 2013....

Haiku 32

Hell in hand basket

You would think it would not fit

Television screen.

Haiku 33
The woo hoo mermaid
Margarita mama dance
More woo for your hoo.

Haiku 34
Bad girl reformed. No...
Reformulated road trip
The wild side is mine.

Haiku 35
In the sharp edged dream
The most beautiful day - yes
It was mine, all mine.

Haiku 36
I lovingly say
Your heart is no bullshit zone
He writes from temple.

Haiku 37
Liquor on my mind
Jewel tones soft whispers life
Beguiling as shoes.

Haiku 38
I'm not the person I was
I tested all that lipstick
My shade is alone.

Haiku 39

Chasing dragon fastqq

I feel the burn, it's lost breath
There is no found here.

Haiku 40
At this point in life

My best friends are fragments




Dreams, warnings, tears, loss.

Haiku 41
I'd much rather be
A cautionary cocktail
Shaken, stirred and now.

Haiku 42
I'm just not that girl
The sweet look and laugh, smooth hair
I'm the car's skid marks.

Haiku 43
A room of strangers
Is an electrical field
Of caged live poetry.


Haiku 44

You are mad at me

You forget I'm more like wine
Friction, roses, mourns.

Haiku 45
Mustard on your face
I never loved anything greater
Than our last hotdog.

Haiku 46
I'm a moody itch

Persephone. Medusa.

Mary Magdalene.

Haiku 47
Chilling at Skinny's
I was here once with loved man,
Haunted barstool zone.

Haiku 48
My resolution
Is simply Don't Quit. Don't QUIT.
There's merlot for that.

Haiku 49
A-pear-rently this
Naked moment of hugging
Organic manic.

Haiku 50

What the cold beer said
Stay. False prophets are righteous.
Love is more liquid.

Haiku A Thon 2013 21-31

Haiku 21

Inspiration point

this Librarian is not

old school. Focal point.

Haiku 22

This vodka says things

Like more, like naked, like strip.

It says my blood sings.

Haiku 23

You there sweet merlot

Let's wine out this bitter next

let's be strangers-nude.

Haiku 24

The last time I drank

Tequila..glass window
 showed

Girl gone wild...and SOME.

Haiku 25

Rum runners steal time

giving back wild sunshine laughs

barstool as wisdom.

Haiku 26

Dancing home wiggling

Socially accepted moves

Police woman doubts.

Haiku 27

You're a bad, bad girl.

I'm a bad girl, she wiggles

and wags. She is love.

Haiku 28

It is so ghetto

what a sensation, a word

you should live, to use.

Haiku 29

Kicked me in the nuts

I can't imagine that yell

They are so so frail.

Haiku 30
This solo walk sings
an old song from the crossroads
make me an offer.

Haiku 31

Here a nip slip...there

a nip slip, slippy nippy

stay out of photos.

RhondaK Poem A Day - NaPoWriMo: Haiku a thon 2013 11-20

RhondaK Poem A Day - NaPoWriMo: Haiku a thon 2013 11-20: Haiku 11 Let's live defiant Against the bad all around Negate hate with joy. Haiku 12 Geeks seek leaks right now Super hackers ...

Haiku a thon 2013 11-20

Haiku 11
Let's live defiant
Against the bad all around
Negate hate with joy.


Haiku 12
Geeks seek leaks right now
Super hackers on speed dial
Big Bang therapy.


Haiku 13
easy to be blue
Take your turquoise blend with mint
Round waves to play in

Haiku 14
Can I be that man?
It isn't a question asked
It's a prophecy.


Haiku 15
I got you, I do
He balanced the wrench, palm up
Bounced it. Flipped it. Lied.

Haiku 16
She smells like Fritos
But she's sneaky freaky bad
Pugs don't do diets.


Haiku 17
The mission's purpose
Left no room for survival
She went anyway.

Haiku 18
I came for free beer
But I stayed for table dance
..under the table.

Haiku 19
I worked with life coach
She built me strict to do lists
She pulled my threads tight.

Haiku 20
It's straight up gorgeous
This house of paws and noses
Claws around my heart.

Haiku a thon 2013...end of year Haiku 1- 10

Haiku 1

I am like the sea
I am not a soul at rest
I thunder. I roll.

Haiku 2

Bible goes Walmart
Duck Dynasty brings back beard
In more ways than one.

Haiku 3

Be the change my friend

I am challenged to find peace

in this tangled road.

Haiku 4

Mapping my torso

forgets its breaths, its gasps, heart

keeps breasts as poems past.

Haiku 5

Alan, this promise

of haunting me, jail tattoos

The boat sunk like us.

Haiku 6

I found my first porn

in a ditch of bad water,

road kill, old tires, beer.

Haiku 7

Knight of rods or wands

passion, lust, action, impulse

Act first, think later.

Haiku 8

The woman within

is a frustrated warrior

fighting to act right.

Haiku 9

The pug snores so loud

the rabbit's ears jello shake,

I smile, she rumbles.

Haiku 10

Life as Paint drying

The staggered nature of now

water can revive.

How I sold a Poem for $150 in One Day...

How I sold a Poem for $150 Dollars in One Day.... and am thankful. 

#26 Cinder Thief

Dear, dear sister
we read your little tale.
We kept you in the basement
you say
we made fun of you because you were
you say
the most beautiful
you say
you were the outsider
you say
you were mocked
you say
you were not favored
so a fairy godmother came twinkling down
you say so well
she just gave you this mad night
you say so hell
to show everyone how much better you were
you lying thief
you took our dresses
you did
you took the one you liked
you did
you damaged the rest
you did
while we were out working
cause we do
while we were helping mother
cause we do
while you fixed your hair
all you do
and plotted to present yourself
all you do
as a princess
all you so
while we kept our house
our family
our faith
our shoes
and when the prince came
we shoved you into his arms as you
deserved each other
and we would have broken your every toe
to get you into those stolen shoes
happily ever after.

Poem # 24 Fishing in Heaven as a painting

Rhondakwrites.com

#25 In love, memory

I painted this one on sign.

#24 Fishing in Heaven

This is a piece I'm incorporating into a painting.

Dear Lord,
Bless the dads that take their kids fishing.

That teach them slow in a fast world...

That show them love lasts longer than success...

That gives them wonder in a world that's often cruel.

Dear Lord, please make sure you take my dad fishing in heaven.

Poem #23: Eating Amsterdam

She woke up on the last day
after the tour
3 days past the coffee shop.
Running through the streets
she tasted the sea
felt the nautical ropes
the careless sea saying of old:
"only dead fish go with the tide..."
she ran past canals
felt the fatal architecture.
The witty gothic austerity
bounced off the dock
into her heart.
She left her luggage.

Poem #22 : Free Easy Getaways Being Still

Free Easy Getaways Being Still

 

Umbrella.
Stand. Look at shadow.
Be the shadow’s shadow.

Book.
Read. Dance in paragraphs.
Strip down to naked sentence.

Water.
Swim. Let go weight.
Fly in silver dreams.

Sleep.
Dream. Wear crazy coats.
Hand sew mad connections.

 

IMAGE: Dali | Imaginations and Objects in the Future, 1975.

 

Poem 21 : Tour of My Lifetime

Tour Of My Lifetime

First, let’s look at the humble ant under grass blades on the old farm.

It said – live the life of the mind.

I kinda did. I sorta didn’t.

What does a 5 year know of minds..mine fields..walking through.

Then there was the forest that burned, that I mistook for the entire world.

A bittersweet poem resulted.  Embarrassing.

See, nothing ended. Goats live there. Coyotes. Probably a hash crop.

I keep thinking it is the end.

Not yet. Not yet.

He hit me hard – in the head –

With a champagne cork.

That night baby, began the dance of my life. THAT love.

Bubbly. That dance, my blood.  Longing and desire found a soul mate.

He came back years later to be mean.

The sweet dance said, I told you so and we swam sweetly in many calms seas.

My roads less traveled are covered in the unmistakable polka dots of high heels.

What do you expect at the end of the tour

But to go back

Spend more time at the places

Where life can be drank like blood through the heart

Like a grinning saint with the golden soul of a tourist the last night in town.

 

 

Poem 20 : The Mermaid I Should Paint

The Mermaid I Need to Paint

She’s helpless you see, in a STRONG way.

She’s got heavy ruby red nipples pierced with regret.

Her sighs tie whale songs into balloon knots.

Disney shudders to imagine her.

Graceless, cursing, drunk like a fish.

More sexual than sexy, more salty than the sea.

She’d have nothing good to say of dolphins or sharks other than…

They both taste like starfish

With just the tiniest hint

Of drowning fishermen.

 

 

Rhondak Native Florida Folk Artist Not Your Mamas Mermaids November 2009 from RhondaK Native Florida Folk Artist

Poem 19: Whiskey Obsession

Whiskey Obsession

 

It begins with the garter, a flutter against his right cheek.

I have to imagine,

The girl is honey toned and heavy.

The light goes right through her.

She tastes on his tongue like the laughter of centuries of wicked, aimless women.

There’s a revenge for this.

A sting.

He pats her on her tight ass.

One more. Just one more.

 

 

 

Poem 18 : Silence of My Father

Silence of My Father

 

Tip toe around the volcano,

That’s ice cold hot air frozen.

Still. So. Still.

A show of strength

Turns out

To be no show.

No. Show.

At all.

But the silent, invisible shimmer of heat coming off the asphalt on a Florida late summer.

---  Poem about my Father and the way he dealt with anger. Quiet. One sentence. Then silence.  I love and miss my father. 

Poem #17 : a refrosted poem

#16 Run On

This will not be the death
It is not a Fall unforgiving
This Spring will not be skipped
An angry few will not own this place
We stand
Even when we can't.

This will not be the death
It is hope unending a bloom
This faith changes lives
The worms will not take it,
Not thrive
Live when we can't.

This will not be the death
too many heartbeats to answer
Too many nerves to shatter
This battle will not shake it
It won't
Our word now in blood.

A sort of jeremiad...
http://grammarist.com/words/jeremiad/

#15 haiku on Boston Marathon

Bombs burst legs in air
This euphoria is dust
Finish line of blood.

My Poem for Sunday is a short film with words, images and cliches -- Tomato.

This is my man bunny, Bunnie Bonez.

#13 Cure

Cure

When the circus and ER came together
lives were lost and lives were found.
The numbers danced like pigs in silk dresses
that is - undulated
these numbers of the beast
that were heartbeats
and elephant feet
dancing over the heads of sleeping mice
held in arms of children
not dreaming of cancer.

When hope became the ringmaster
the show became the greatest on earth
Let us pray now to Disney
for without dreams
life and death are twins.
When you cry at the end of a movie,
you remember it always.

Put the tight ropes in the waiting room
because then we all look up
mentally drawing wings on strangers with our prayers
The cure you see was always, always
the clown car.
There's more.
There's always more.

 

http://www.flickr.com/photos/scottcoulter/

This photo was taken on October 11, 2008 in Roswell, Georgia, US, using a Canon PowerShot S2 IS

#12 Garden of Weeding

Today's prompt : the Tanka. "
The Japanese tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as "short song," and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form." --See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5793#sthash.trCeBDDV.dpuf


The break came Not with
the red snake's death, But new life
she decided to
let the weeds flourish, just grow
Because the bunnies loved them.

#11 Noir Murder Death with Whiskey

It was't that she walked in on a cloud of silk,
It was more she tore a smoke red strip of it with each step
Ripping from my mind the case I was on flailing like a zombie.
Step. Heat. Step. Click. Step. Smolder.
She noired and smiled.
Toast with gin
Sweet sin
She wanted me.
To look for someone.

It was a smoky room, grey charcoal with fame and fog
Every paparazzi in town was following Big Daddy
Making this case as easy as taking whiskey from a baby,
But then. Smash. Then. My head. Then. Wake up in alley.
Son of a shot glass.
She naked lied.
She wanted me.
To die for her.

There comes a time, your gin leg empty and your whiskey full
Your mind on a beautiful woman with a terrible story
You rush in to save her without feeling her knife at your throat
He's dead. I know. He's dead. Why? He's dead. Lets go.
Running away in the night.
All dice rolled.
An all time loser.
She wanted me.
To disappear.

#9 NaPoWriMo - Giant

No, girl, this is not happening
It is not happening again.

He's behind us I know.
But doesn't want us dead,
he wants us hushed.

He wants us like baby dolls
panties showing,
lipstick overshooting the Venus dip
He's lunging for our words
He's tearing the air to stop that song
See him slow down.

If he caught us, it'd be over.
We're pretty to watch.
Fun to imagine.
If we'd just shut the hell up.

Comply. He wants to
sew up our mouths
around his forever cock
he thinks is something else.

I know. He doesn't like us laughing either.
Not writing. No being. Not living.
Not working. No thriving.
Not having a thing to do with him.

Let's build a clever trap.
Let's give the giant what he wants from us
Shut him up. Bind his feet.
Feed him the poison he throws.

Because now our mouths are closed
in prayer, in a hymn, in a spell,
in a mantra, in a chant
Feed him the hope he doesn't know.

Let's bring down this giant,
Let's run him into the ground.
Let's laugh so hard the earth gives way
under his soft bones.

This clever giant doesn't understand this forest is our hearts.

 ---  about a dream of a friend

Poem 8 Crazy

Poem 8. Crazy

In the driving me crazy
They hit the red zone
The pugs in red lipstick
With no explanation.

In pushing my buttons
They grind them down
The bunny bite is slow
More like a tease.

She's shaking her head
He's stealing grapes
By my feet
Like he's invisible.

She's running NASCAR
He's flipping me off
Driving me crazy
Keeping me sane.

No, not wild animals
But dueling tricksters
Fancy pants archetypes
Ying. Yang. Yo.

#7 Bites

I'm stuck here, trying to find the great symbol
This frame is history
This frame IS history
Like the flipping breathing flapping kind
I want to frame a day fishing with dad
Those hard impossible Saturdays
Where only Mosquitos bit.

These days in the dirt, the muck
By pits they dump bodies in, maybe live
How do I frame
How do I contain
What I complained so bitterly about
Worm dirt under fingernails, sunburn
Those weekends of hunting for a bite
Mosquitos obliged.

Of honor jar worms at end of dirt roads
Places my dad sat sketching
He never had the option for art
Just work, hard work, cruel work
And fishing and not so much catching
And two daughters who hated
Waiting for fish bites
In veils of Mosquitos.

#6 NaPoWriMo : My Last Lost Cause

You're my last lost cause
slipping though holes
broken stories and heated synthetic brow
you could sweat in an ice storm, honey
blaming every on what people don't understand
some illogic you'll put  a full junkie bet on
as if those are wings and not horns you've grown so very prodigiously.

You're the last lost cause
I try to put the pants back on
pull back from the edge
The broken stars, baby,  you broke one by one
the accordion made of dust collapses frame by frame
each note absences
as if that was a song and not terrible punishment you can't leave.

You are the last lost cause
the last lie I try to live
that knocks holes in my walls, my soul, this hope
Honey, baby...this hope I breathe like air
Your choking junky nonsense suffocating Whys
you don't even remember
as if your intellect had not long fallen a victim to fear. Disappeared.

You are the last lost cause
I crawl to on knees through glass
for so much nothing, a refraction
no reflection, a jigsaw puzzle of stops signs
I blow through Stop. Just. Stop.
Space between us scars
As if your light weight could survive the hard truth of you.

#5 You are so Vein. NaPoWriMo

You are so vein
You whipping about vascular spectaculars
I've been brought to my knees.
In knots. Tussles with muscles
You see, I'm not this cloud of energy
But a bag of tricks
Sticks, stones, bones
A corporeal corpus
She says .. You are shaking.
my is skin stitched
Cheap dress seams look chic next to my shake
String run through
Tied in knots.
I'm held together by frail things
Like tears and tomorrows.

NaPoWriMo #4 : Vision Thing

Vision Thing


Vision has a look here dance naked quality


While some vision has "you kids aren't going to want to see that" finger wag


Other vision says beyond THIS, there's a sweet valley we have not yet tasted


As another vision rocks in its arms dreams of freedom, rebirth and transcendence.


That vision thing tangles with this vision thing into a tumbleweed of vision rings to a roll across vast vision-less fields


and sings. Yes, she sings.


She does.


Many eyes tied to many hearts, that one love ( yes, yes - that one )


that tumbleweed of desperate dreams


sing that, vision thing


You're a bundle of better angels, a choir of thorns with wings.

Getting back in to the writing habit...

I feel like my poems right now are more like lists and I've been reading other people's feeling their depth, tug and grace.  But for some reason or a list of unfortunate events, I put down the pen last year this time and stopped my daily writing habit and discourse with myself. 

I am really excited about the way poetry reattaches you to the outside as well as the inside. To the NOW of things and shifts in perspective.

NaPoWriMo #3 : Nothing For You

There's nothing here for you..
the dogs snore is for heaven
the bunnies skip is for goodluck
the unread magazines are visions
the old carpet threads the newest scars.

There's nothing for you here.
the garage is full of sawdust
there's no fridge-o-beer
no hawks lurking for prey
there's no hunting dogs ready to howl

Here? There is nothing.
The bed is one size fits all.
Friday nights are alright for fighting.
You can dance if you want to.
Everyone has keys to the door but me.

The nothing that is here...
A hole in the wall unsolved
Belts that no longer buckle
Insults lay quiet unthrown
Peace rolls stretched out like a sleeping bunny.
One eye open.
Soft feet poised for flight.

NaPoWriMo #2 : Dance

Let's dance, my friend, my dancing
   friend, let's
throb and rob this night's end to a
  pretty party
where the dance is breath
where the steps take us
close to a God
who delights in our movement
and is praised by our laughter.

NaPoWriMo #1

Emergency Landing

Airplane caught in my hair
  the crash and burn is suspended for entertainment purposes only
Wings outstretched.
this ship
she goes no where.
The landing strip has been bare for years.
I long for that jet fuel burn to say I'm still alive
caught here in this ..
a photo
with an airplane good bye.

Poetry Starters... Nekkid Hotel...

I've been lining up some poetry starters and prompts in order to make it through NaPoWriMo in good shape. 

When looking for a hotel to stay when I visit NYC in May, I found articles about a new ish hotel in the meatpacking district with floor to ceiling windows that people are using to show off their action.

Hotels, hotel behavior, people at hotels, Hotel California would all be good topics.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mike-mccready/the-high-line----new-york_b_269245.html

Let us prepare...

Get your serious poet look ready!

Challenge your friends..create poem writing meet ups... Post a " serious poet" photo

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Don't know what NATPWRIMO is?

http://www.napowrimo.net/about/

From their site: "NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.
NaPoWriMo was founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge (modeled after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), and challenged other poets to join her. Since then, the number of participants has gotten larger every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, national and even international, organize NaPoWriMo activities.
Need more information? See the Wikipedia entry for NaPoWriMo!"

100 poetry writing ideas for NaPoWriMo

100 Poetry writing ideas for NAPOWRIMO...

http://www.dmturner.org/English/Writing/poemideas.htm

A portion from Dr. T's well thought out list:

1. Describing a person by describing his or her belongings.
2. Speaking from the point of view of something you lost or misplaced.
3. In the shape of its subject (a concrete poem)
4. Telling about something that happened long ago, to you or to someone else.
5. As a conversation between two people, objects, ideas, or animals.
6. Defining words in strange and new ways
7. About something in the news.
8. As dialogue in a play
9. With assonance (repeating the same vowel sounds)
10. Using alliteration (repeating the same consonant sound)
11. About noisy things in words that sound like the noises they make.
12. In one loooooong sentence.
13. About your favorite sport
14. Pretending you are somebody else.
15. With the title acting as the first line of the poem.
16. Explaining what it's like to wake up in the morning, using sounds.

This is my blog for NaPoWriMo. 

Join me in writing 30 poems in 30 days ....
http://www.napowrimo.net/

Begins April 1.