From Writer's Digest PAD Challenge:
For today’s prompt, write a purpose poem. Many people like to have a purpose in life. Some folks do things on purpose. And yes, sometimes it appears there is no purpose to life’s events. Whatever drives you, I hope you’re able to pair purpose (or lack of purpose) with your poetry today.
Remember: These prompts are just springboards; you have the freedom to jump in any direction you want. In other words, it’s more important to write a new poem than to stick to the prompt.
is there a purpose
ReplyDeleteto this life
what is mine
where do I fit
into this universe
why am I here
there really are no answers
like people claim there are
I don’t believe in anything
sorry but it’s true
religion is a medicine
and theories are too thin
only a hope
heaven has
no substance
just a scroll
screwed with by “saints”
and Valhalla... various
words to cheer on warriors
and women to feel peaceful
I’ve lived long
and literally
hard and harsh
I’ve seen and heard
the truth about mankind
they do not live
what they preach
and hide behind
closed doors
sin can be forgiven
so sin can be performed
no, we are not just human!
we are much, much more
people stagnate
never grow
in tight environments
of old thought and theory
enlighten eager entities
grow and learn
that good ...is the only way
Great rant! "enlighten eager entities, yes!
DeleteOh boy. “Sin can be forgiven so sin can be performed”. A little pet peeve of mine when I learned about confession at church. Do what you want - just go to confession.
DeleteGrow and learn. Indeed. Nice share.
I agree with both. Great rant. I think it could be a great poem too, with some work. This is draft month. We should make it revision month next month. LOL
DeleteI'd start with "I don't believe in anything." It really kicks in after that.
DeleteWhy
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get out of bed?
Greet the sun? Drink the coffee?
Empty my bladder, mostly.
Why
do I
unlock the door?
To go out? For visitors?
Cats and dog go pee, mostly.
Why
do I
watch comedies?
Great story? Favorite stars?
To laugh so hard I cant breath.
Why
do I
watch children play?
Listen? Friendly play? Sharing?
Innocent truths takes my breath.
Why
do I
choose happiness?
To smile? To enjoy? To share?
To participate with ease.
Why
do I
get up, open
the door, laugh, lose breaths, take breaths, with ease? To live life my way!
A Pictorial tour through your life, nicely done. Incidentally. did you know part of being and contributing here is that you are also supposed to make comments on the poetry of others fairly regularly? Or so I was told when I joined, to be sure...
DeleteLove this. You and I share similar aims. I love your attitude.
DeleteI love it too.
DeleteQuestioning Purpose
ReplyDeleteWhat is the purpose of dust?
Is it to provide a must do?
Something to be removed?
What is the purpose of a seed?
Is it to fill a need, or to bring
life into being for a purpose.
What is the purpose of tears?
Of fears, or cheers, except
perhaps to express being human.
What is the purpose of death?
Is it to make dust in place of breath?
Or perhaps to make room?
This made me laugh a little for personal reasons. I cry easy. I have flat surface disease and just realized less to dust when all my surfaces have “stuff” on them. I struggle growing anything and can kill a plant in record time from too much love (water). And death - for sure more DUST. Thanks.
DeleteWell done. And yes, agree on all counts. I like the internal rhyme, seemingly random but obviously planned.
DeleteI think this is one of your best.
DeleteThanks for the kind words indeed!
DeletePURPOSE GIVES PURPOSE
ReplyDeletePURPOSE is the ultimate force
That sets each day on hourly course.
As I rise, I search for seed,
To bring to life this day’s need.
Where shall I organize and glean?
Can I create beauty yet unseen?
Will I have energy in continuous flow?
Who can I teach what I know?
PURPOSE makes a strong demand
That keeps me on track, or be damned.
I count the day at each clock’s hand:
I Purpose to do all I can!
Will I hold back for lack of nerve?
Will there be others I could serve?
Can I surmise, if I give my best,
That I’ll feel happy, and I’ll feel blessed?
PURPOSE is the best reconcile
To balance love of life or life by guile.
In multiple layers of purpose, I muse:
‘Tis better to serve others, than others use.
Will I consider the future in my present?
Will righting the past be my precedent?
Will optimism rule or pessimism flow?
If Purpose loses value, will I let go?
PURPOSE helps count my nightly sheep.
Among the pastures that I keep.
I consider today’s doubts and peace,
Wondering if tomorrow will be another day’s lease.
Will I fulfill another God-given role?
Will God always be lover of my soul?
No matter my failures, I purpose to be
Aimed with Purpose toward eternity.
Beautifully written. You really could turn a lot of your poems into song. Especially like the line. "Who can I teach what I know?" Each generation does have lost skills. You are teaching your grandchildren to sew and so much more.
DeleteWhat a lovely poem, well written and well expressed.
DeleteWhat a lovely positively purposeful reading!
ReplyDeletePURPOSE
ReplyDeletean acrostic
Poetry can create beauty or
Ugliness. It can be written with
Rules or not one rule. Created for
Public consumption, for performance
Or simply for one person to read.
Show your words, your thoughts, your ideas
Even when it burns souls, breaks your heart.
Tiy ae so very clever, this is quite remarkable.
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