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 October is APPLE.

35 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems


    An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
    So my mother believed.
    For, if it rhymes, it must be true.
    But I think she was deceived.

    The benefit of an apple,
    Is not all it appears.
    Snow White only took one bite
    And slept for a hundred years.

    When the apple fell on Newton’s head,
    It started a great discussion.
    It gave him the theory of gravity.
    But it also gave him concussion.

    So, beware of the humble apple.
    It might be all right inside.
    But be sure to wash it carefully;
    It’s been sprayed with insecticide.

    ,Bryn Strudwick.

  2. My WOM poem,

    Stricken Empire
    After the photograph Galaxy Apple, NY, 1964 by Paul Caponigro

    One minute, you’re just a Big Apple,
    the next, your flesh splattered everywhere,
    trailing odor, painful.

    Pierced twice, thrice in two
    places leaving white

    gleaming pinholes in the universe.

    Your presence in that space
    your loss to the core.

    By Linda Trott Dickman

    • Linda, thank you for your poem. I, too, like “…leaving white/gleaming pinholes in the universe.” I’ll post my apple poem tomorrow (October 15) and you’ll find that my mind went off in a different, and lighter, direction. I’m always delighted by the range of poems that issue from one word. Thank you for joining us this month. Come back.

  3. Apple Sass
    by Linda Boyden©2019

    If an apple a day keeps the doctor away, what would happen if one of them were rotten to the core?

    If I can’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you, couldn’t I stand with someone else instead? You’re not the boss of me.

    I sure can compare apples to oranges: both are round and both are types of fruit, so there!

    How do I like them apples, you ask? In an apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese or as an apple dumpling, but not if you made them from those nasty crab apples. Nothing pleases them.

    I could get my house in apple pie order, but prefer to waste time playing games on my Apple computer.

    Last, it’s impossible to be the apple of anyone’s eye if they have to wear contacts.


    My mom made me clean out my backpack.
    It had been awhile, I guess.
    I found a few treasures worth keeping,
    But overall, it was a mess!

    Gum wrappers spilled out by the dozen,
    A pencil or two with no lead,
    Some history papers due last month—
    I wish I’d turned them in instead.

    An apple core, dark brown and shriveled,
    A rock that I simply must keep,
    A note for my mom from the teacher—
    OOPS—I forgot to give her last week.

    The worst of all was a banana,
    All slimy and stinky and black,
    This chore ought to teach me a lesson
    To throw out, not clean, my backpack!

    c 2019 Jane Heitman Healy

  5. Apple

    Apple strudel, apple pie,
    You’re the apple of my eye.

    Apple cake and apple crisp,
    I no longer am a wisp.

    Pear’s the healthy shape to be.
    I am appled, can’t you see?

    (c) 2019 Susan Bickel

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