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 March is ME.

18 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Breakfast
    By Linda Boyden ©2015

    Your toast is burnt
    the way you like;
    coffee strong
    as I demand.
    Cream drenches mine, sinful sweet.
    Yours stays blacker than
    yesterday’s argument
    our account depleted again
    because you found a deal,
    “Golf clubs, half-price, a steal!”

    At breakfast,
    the argument slides
    into shadow.
    You linger
    at the counter
    watching me
    watching the toaster.

    It’s the peanut butter we share
    our one agreement,
    other than how the curves of me
    find home
    within the angles of you.

    All the rest,
    our differences,
    are melodies played
    in a minor key

    You cup my face;
    offer me peanut butter
    from your thumb.


    M e, myself, and I
    E ver discovering

    M arvels entire
    E ndless within

    M e-volving
    E ngaged in life-living


    Cory Corrado (2019 )©

    • Thank you so much, Jeanne.
      What an honor to be included in the same thought-space as Michelle Obama.
      She is on my Absolutely-Must-Read List.

      • I’m reading a hard cover copy and folding down the corners of the pages that I want to note. So far more than half the book has pages turned down.

  3. Creek

    Me and my buddy
    Went down to the creek
    To see, what we could see.
    We saw fish, big as can be
    Turtles sitting among the weeds
    Dragonflies surround me
    Rover, my buddy jumped in the creek
    Out he come full speed
    Splashing mud, all over me.
    © Mary Nida Smith

  4. IT’S ME

    Hello, it’s me. ….Jackl.
    I’m back
    Jack. Jack Brown,
    I’m back in town
    You don’t remember me?
    How can that be?
    We promised to be true;
    You to me, me to you.
    Right through to infinity.
    You gave me your virginity.
    And it was you who said,
    When I returned we two would wed..
    Said we’d have a girl and boy;
    Share a lifetime full of joy.
    So, come on Jane,
    Don’t be a pain
    What’s that, your name is Laurie?
    Whoops, wrong number – sorry.

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