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!

David

PS: The word for June is WHEEL.

21 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Entered on my square shaped wheel
    a-clunk a-clunk a-clunk

    Every body held their ears
    grimaced, drooled and funked

    “different is as different does”
    (by now, we know, she flunked)

    quicksilver
    6/3/17

  2. Whew, I’ve been working on this one for a few days, and I finally have something (I think!) I recently discovered the wonderful poetry of Marilyn Singer — very late to the game — and I’m especially delighted by her reversos. WHEEL seemed like a good opportunity to try the reverso form. Here’s my attempt:

    Stuck on the Ferris Wheel:
    An Unrequited Love Reverso

    Destiny?
    No, this has to be
    An accident.
    I can’t imagine it was
    Some unseen force
    Who suspended us here.
    I’m grateful to the kind soul
    At the controls.
    With luck,
    Our feet will land soon,
    And there’s little chance
    We might hold hands.

    We might hold hands!
    And there’s little chance
    Our feet will land soon,
    With Luck
    At the controls!
    I’m grateful to the kind soul
    Who suspended us here —
    Some unseen force!
    I can’t imagine it was
    An accident.
    No, this has to be
    Destiny!

    – Jesse Anna Bornemann, 6/12/17

  3. A SUCCESS!!! Super well done, Jesse!
    You so inspired me that I’ve been working a reverso all morning–very challenging indeed. My poetry wheel is stuck. Six lines long but I’ll keep at it.
    Thanks Jesse.

    • Aw, thanks so much, Cory! I spun my wheels for a long time on that one. Marilyn Singer is an all-around genius, as far as I’m concerned!

  4. Wheels
    (c) by Mary Nida Smith
    Spinner’s wheel
    Dance twirl
    Revolving lever
    Brilliant endeavor

    I tried to write a wheel poem – a set of short rhyming lines, usually four or five in number, forming the concluding part of a stanza.

  5. My apologies for this one!!
    REVOLTIONARY VALVE REPLACEMENT

    The wheel went round to the doctor,
    Having had a funny turn.
    The doctor said, “What’s the problem,
    Tell me your concern?”
    The wheel spoke with emotion,
    “I’m tired and in pain.
    I’m always under pressure
    And I’m buckling under the strain.
    I’m feeling quite deflated;
    I’m really in a spin.
    I ran over some broken glass
    And I think there’s a piece sticking in.”
    The doctor’s diagnosis?
    The inner-tube was split.
    “I’ll quickly patch you up,” he said.
    You’ll soon get over it.
    You’ll be back on the road in no time;
    It’s only a little tear.
    All you need is a little brake
    And plenty of fresh air.”

    © Bryn Strudwick

    • Ha – this is great! I wanted to write a rhyming poem for this prompt, but I couldn’t think of a good “spin.”

    • Further apologies –

      The wheel got the bill last Thursday
      And almost had a stroke.
      Insurance covered nothing so
      The wheel is now flat broke.

  6. Behind the Wheel

    My belly swells so as you grow.
    We hope you’re healthy head to toe.
    Your every kick and stretch I feel;
    I barely fit behind the wheel.

    Through the mirror I must peer;
    Your sleepy head is facing rear.
    If you wake and cry with zeal
    I’ll sing to you behind the wheel.

    Cheerios between the seats,
    Sticky handprints, special treats,
    Little snacks will make your meal
    The day I’m stuck behind the wheel.

    Now brother gets the window next.
    Little sister’s clearly vexed.
    You negotiate a deal
    As I sigh behind the wheel.

    In the carpool, someone flirts,
    Plain old pants replaced by skirts.
    Girls are having some appeal
    I notice from behind the wheel.

    No homework due; no tests to take;
    You think it is a piece of cake.
    Instructor’s cool; the car is teal.
    The course is called
    “Behind the Wheel.”

    My foot puts pressure on the floor;
    I grasp the handle on the door.
    I am trying not to squeal
    ‘Cause it is you behind the wheel.

    I’m tired and we’ve miles to go.
    With sleepy eyes, reflexes slow,
    I can’t believe this relaxed feel
    As you take control behind the wheel.

    (c) Susan Bickel 2017

  7. Simply BRILLIANT, Susan!
    You have woven the cycle of life so fluidly through this Kyrielle form.
    I love the story Behind the Wheel.

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