Category Archives: Poetry

Old Farm Coat

Old Farm Coat

Blue
Farm coat
By the door
Old and well worn
Faded on the peg
Swims over my shoulders
As I trudge out to the barn.
Puppies are warm and cozy there.
We should have some new babies tonight.

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Poetry Challenge Day 19 – Puppy For Sale

Prompt: Write a poem that is an advertisement…? Not exactly sure about this.

PUPPY FOR SALE

Kisses waiting for you
Adorable pup tis true
Life is boring get something new!

Puppy breath all day
Time for some fun, ok?
Many smiles are coming your way!

Call for more info
You want one, I know…
Ok, ready, set, GO!!

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Poetry Challenge Day 13 – Poem From the Past

THE OLD WISE BARN

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If walls could speak
This old barn would say
Cheer up my friend
God knows the way…

For love to brim
And flow through your heart
From this day forward
You simply will start…

To see the beauty
That is all around
The smiles, the laughter
The blessings are found…

In seeing the best
In the people you love
Steadfast and consistent
God knows from above…

The path that’s before you
He knows what is best
Trust in His wisdom
It will bring needed rest.

I published this poem on my first blog, back on April 22, 2010.  I was going through a particularly rough time of life, living in the wilderness and grappling with the reality of Aspergers in my family.  I was exploring what I could do with words and after spending a few hours at a deserted barn, and truly beautiful setting (take a look at the post in full), I penned the following.  Even reading it today, it paints a nice picture still of the serenity of the moment with the birds at the pond.

From my journal…

“Yesterday I went out to the old barn on Butternut corner and snooped around. It was peaceful and just a gorgeous day. The sky was brilliant blue with glowing white clouds, bursting like popcorn in the vast sky. The birds sang their songs, all voices joining into a melodious choir, while the bees buzzed their percussion accompaniment as they danced from tiny flower to tiny flower. The ducks and one lone goose began the symphony with a flurry of noise, mingled with an odd sounding squeak at each flap of their wings, sounding like a soggy wet tennis shoe on a polished gymnasium wood floor. They fluttered through the sky, sending their scolding voices, darting one way, then circling back in the opposite direction, seemingly confused by the presence of the new intruder at their pond. The lone goose stayed longer in the weeds, carefully watching each step as the human came around the cow-path, narrowing the gap that offered safety to the lingering bird. With a frenzy of legs and wings, he ran across the water before lifting lightly into the sky, adding his own rusty hinge sound to the orchestra of nature.”

Poetry Challenge Day 12 – To MY English Teacher

Prompt: Write a poem consisting entirely of things you would like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.

I know just who to send it to. It would only be better if I had become the principal and future boss to this individual. She really did damage my confidence for many years. But no longer!! I have risen above that memory and moved forward with gusto.

I do have some things to say…

TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER

My words you critiqued
Red marks all over the page
Never pleased your eye

Discouraged I left
English my new enemy
Because you were harsh

Now in life I know
Writing brings me joy and fun
Your opinion wrong

I write for me now
Words unfiltered to the page
Genuine and true

A book I may write
Despite your view of my words
I control the pen

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
All Rights Reserved

Poetry Challenge Day 11 – Daughter of My Heart

Prompt: Write a Tanka, a poem based on syllables, 5-7-5-7-7. Usually talks about nature, seasons, love, sadness, or other strong emotions.

DAUGHTER OF MY HEART

Anticipation
Joy and laughter filled the room
Pink rose lips and cheeks
Heart bursting with love for her
Sixteen years the pages turn

Creative is she
All must stop to see her work
Eyes and mouth in awe
Her hands do things one just dreams
Effortless she wows us all

Daughter of my heart
Keeps home and life filled with fun
Ideas coming
Bringing joy to all around
My baby girl all grown up

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Sunday is spring banquet. Her dress fits her perfectly. I can’t wait to see how beautiful she will look! Of course, I’ll post pictures:)

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
All Rights Reserved

Poetry Challenge Day 10 – Broken Promise

Todays prompt: Write an “un-love poem”.

BROKEN PROMISE

The wrinkles wrap her hand in time
New lines form with each day
The ring of promise circles none
Instead it’s tucked away

With card and song he gave to her
This token of his heart
Small steps they took to seal their love
A future they would start

But as time passed he never asked
And love walked out the door
The ring she kept forgotten not
But hidden in a drawer

The promise to be one at last
A memory she could see
But he forgot the promise made
And had a new family

The ring an empty void of love
Was once a dream to start
But life not lived between these two
Broke the promise broke the heart

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
All Rights Reserved

Poetry Challenge Day 9 – Lock & Key

The prompt today – Noir.
1. Of or relating to the film noir genre.
2. Of or relating to a genre of crime literature featuring tough cynical characters, and bleak settings.

LOCK & KEY

Tall and sleek he stood with grace
His shoulders square and broad
Dark glasses coat and hat worn low
No one would see a fraud

His craft was words he used with skill
He dreamed them while he slept
The girl so innocent sweet and young
But soon her heart he swept

He offered dreams through words of love
She listened rapt with smiles
Naive with trust she heard the words
He spoke across the miles

She gave him all, her heart her soul
Her friendship free and true
She dreamed he’d one day give it back
‘Twas something he’d never do

The life he had was good enough
To leave it was no gain
And having love across the miles
‘Twas only her to blame

The fact that she adored him so
Brought strength to soul and mind
To cut the cord that filled a need
Why would he draw that line?

And so his crime was stolen love
He held with lock and key
To turn the lock he never would
Their hearts could not be free.

By KMc
©2013 GraceWithoutTears
All Rights Reserved