Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.

Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.

On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.

Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily. 

Thank you and have fun!


PS: The word for February is Your choice of word that describes David’s cluttered office.


11 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. word for February: Chaos
    I create galleries
    words that sing, dance and ride rainbows.

    and electronic.

    I create youngsters
    who create art pieces
    that sing, dance and ride rainbows.

    and electronic.

    In my home
    every room has a drafting table
    every wall, artwork.

    We carry our tools
    in pockets
    at the ready
    to sing, dance and ride rainbows.

    From chaos to order
    from table to show space,
    art that sings, dances and rides rainbows!


    There’s a masterpiece, somewhere in there,
    Hidden in one of those piles.
    Those piles of files that reach for miles
    Up to the rarefied air.

    The desk is creaking under the strain.
    It can’t take any more.
    So there’s more on the floor behind the door.
    I must go through them again.

    The oldest first, things long forgotten?
    But that won’t work at all.
    No chance at all, with piles so tall, they’re bound to fall,
    If I take things from the bottom.

    I began with the best intentions,
    To clear all the clutter in there.
    But, in there, I despair, there’s no time to spare.
    I’ll just have to build an extension.

    © Bryn Strudwick

  3. Clutter, Clutter

    Clutter, clutter
    Makes me mutter,
    Makes me utter
    With a stutter:

    I’ll get to it.
    I’ll go through it.
    No more pictures!
    Close that shutter.

    (c) 2018 Susan Bickel

  4. Bits and Pieces

    There it is: My heart and soul spread out for the world to see.

    What was bits and pieces tucked away; what was unfinished; what were great ideas and not quite great ideas: There it all is, solidifying into groups and making connections.
    It is becoming something greater than it was.
    It is all going somewhere; becoming something.
    Some will become new ideas to work on. Some will become part of a cohesive work of literature. Some will be recycled to make the pages, perhaps, of the others.
    All is important, those bits and pieces.
    They are the bits and pieces of my heart; my soul.

    What you see there are bits and pieces of me.

    (c) 2018 Janine Clark-Barry

  5. With gratitude to Samuel Taylor Coleridge-


    Clutter, clutter, every where,
    With not a place to sit;
    Clutter, clutter, every where,
    Can’t stand it! Not one bit!

    © 2018 Cory Corrado

  6. (a few changes…)

    Clutter, clutter, every where,
    Can’t stand it! Not one bit.
    deClutter, deClutter, ANY where,
    I really NEED to sit.

    © 2018 Cory Corrado

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