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 June is SOUR.


22 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Here’s my Word of the Month poem for June inspired by our word: SOUR.

    Chasing the Sour

    Sour mood in that pretty head?
    Honey, feed it sourdough bread.
    Chase that mood that got you down.
    Sourdough chase it out of town!
    Take this cup of sourdough starter,
    Add a cup and a half of water.
    Child, this mood just ain’t your fault!
    Mix with sugar, corn oil, salt.
    Sift some flour till its right.
    Oil your bowl, set overnight.
    Tomorrow, kneed, divide in two.
    Darling, this is good for you!
    Let that dough just grow and grow,
    Till pretty soon why don’t you know
    It’s time to bake a golden brown.
    And now what happened to that frown?
    Sour mood in that pretty head?
    Honey, feed it sourdough bread.

    (c) 2018 by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved


    Opposites attract, or so they say.
    She was sweet and he was sour.
    She was sparkling, he was dour;
    He could sulk hour after hour,
    She would smile day after day.

    She, the eternal optimist,
    Always saw the brighter side;
    Life was one long pleasure ride,
    An attitude that he decried.
    He the eternal pessimist.

    Tragedy just round the bend,
    Was how he saw the way ahead.
    Life’s a trial and then you’re dead,
    Was the type of thing he said.
    It got rather boring in the end.

    Her view, on the other hand,
    Was, each bend brings another view;
    Fields of green and skies of blue,
    New, exciting things to do.
    A view he’d never understand.

    So, opposites attract, and yet,
    These are people, don’t forget;
    Not magnets in a science set.
    It could end up in deep regret.
    How fortunate, they never met.

    © Bryn Strudwick

  3. I sent this before BUT it seems to have gone missing:

    Age Appropriate

    No one warned me
    that old age would sit
    sour in the mouth,

    A dusty touch,
    as if each year
    sucked away the sweet.

    It changes the consistency
    of food, makes chocolate
    dry and uncomfortable.

    And every bite of sorrow
    tastes of sage
    and a huge helping of rue.

    ©2018 Jane Yolen all rights reserve

  4. I am back, feeling well enough to sit and write again after back surgery! I’ve missed writing, but now can get back to it.
    By Linda Boyden ©2018

    Told myself to stop going back,
    reliving the past does no good.
    Told myself: Let it go.
    Dreams can die.
    Many should.

    Go ahead: bury your hopes
    at the bottom of your heart
    along with your soured
    childish dreams:
    digging to China
    with a spoon;
    riding the range as a cowgirl,
    dancing like a fairy princess,
    screaming lyrics like a rock star.

    Freeze hope.
    Cement it
    in a dungeon.
    Blast it to the dark side
    of a dead planet,
    let it die!

    But Hope will always resurrect.
    I can no more stop hope
    than I can stop
    the sunrise,
    the rhythm of tides,
    the laughter of babies.

    Hope is that tiny thing
    perched within my soul
    that guides me into faith.

  5. Balance of sweet/sour summer

    Fresh sweet corn on the cob
    Peach juice running down your chin

    Briny pickles on your burger
    Pucker up lemonade quenches thirst
    Pops of sour cherries top it off

  6. What is sour—
    Losing your first spelling bee on the word w-a-t-r.
    Dad calling me a dumb bunny after I hid the ice cream outside.
    Spending 4 hours in the principle’s office on your fourth day of school.
    Thinking I had only hours left with you before a diagnosis.
    Seeing you at the hospital before the doctors stitched you back together.
    —Becomes sweet over time and memory with a dash of forgiveness and a quart of laughter.
    Janine Clark-Barry 2018©

  7. Joyful and Sour
    © Mary Nida Smith
    Bird voices
    Some are joyful
    And some are not
    Sweet or sour notes
    Their voices announce
    Spring has arrived
    The sour taste of winter
    Will soon be over
    Bringing the joys of
    Warmer weather
    The season of planting
    And playtime for families
    Picnics, travels, and reunions,
    Sour pickles, pickled beets,
    Sucking on lemons and
    Foods not so sweet, leaving
    A sour taste, difficult to enjoy
    But who cares, this is the
    Neatness season of all

    • Mary, your poem reminds me of two sides of the same coin. Can’t have one without the other. But JOYFUL makes everything sweeter.

  8. I could not resist posting these two short and ‘sweet’ SOUR poems:

    Sweet pleasant good-natured
    Sourpusses are NOT.
    Ill-tempered obnoxious
    Grinch grumpy―the lot!
    Sourpusses possess the power of gloom―
    A sunless disposition that clears ANY room.

    © Cory Corrado (2018)

  9. Cute Fruit

    Neighbor’s crabapples
    Blushing, firm, plump temptation
    Cute fruit, but so SOUR!

    © Karen Eastlund

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