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 August is SPARKLE.

54 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems

  1. Liz
    By Marge Waldschmidt

    She was more than a glow,
    Or sparkle in your eye.
    “Burst of light?” I’d say “No.”
    Something deeper. Here’s why.

    She was a gentle ray,
    Through a dusty barn door
    Pushing darkness away.
    There was light at her core.

  2. I was just recently introduced to this space by Jane Healy, and am excited to contribute my first poem here…

    They say cleanliness is next to godliness.
    If that’s true, my faith has always faltered.
    I appreciate a well kept home
    I just can’t find a rhythym that works for me,
    except maybe to invite people over.
    Nothing motivates a little mopping
    like impending guests.

    I also have a consistent custodial response
    to anger, grief, and frustration.
    If I’m mad, I’m scrubbing toilets and tubs
    If I’m feeling out of control, Mr. Clean is my counselor

    So you might imagine,
    and you would do so correctly,
    during a global pandemic
    when chaos lay in wait outside the door,
    my oven door sparkles.

  3. Friends
    By Linda Boyden ©2020

    Across the breadth
    of our years,
    through arguments and
    under tear-stained sorrows;
    over madcap moments,
    hiccupping along
    crests of laughter or
    marching shoulder to shoulder
    battling grim shadows;
    Time has ebbed and flowed
    and we grew old,
    but still we remain
    each other’s sparkle;
    still you are
    my very breath
    as I am yours,
    dearest friend.

  4. Ear Sparkle
    by Linda Trott Dickman

    I choose them for the sparkle
    The way they catch the light
    So that when I turn my head
    Things are much more bright

    Aurora borealis
    My light of choice you know
    Holding holy rainbows
    And putting on a show.

    I choose them for their ease of swing
    The facets that collect
    The smallest light from any source
    Gives the darkest room light flecks

    Aurora borealis
    My light of choice you know
    Holding holy rainbows
    And putting on a show.

    I choose them to hang from my ears
    My head the disco ball
    The slightest movement calling out
    Here, there’s light for all!

    Remember Dick Tracy
    of the comic scripts,
    his creator needed
    to add sparkle ever
    so often in fighting crime.
    He needed someone who
    would touch the hearts
    of his readers to continue
    following his adventures.

    This was the time a two-year old
    beauty named Sparkle Plenty
    and her family’s problems
    entered the scene begging for help.
    Tracy rush to their side to solve
    crimes surrounding the Plenty family.
    Most of all, to help Miss Plenty
    from bad people taking advance
    of a childhood beauty.
    © Mary Nida Smith

  6. The Ring

    It shines but doesn’t sparkle,
    This special ring I wear.
    This wasn’t the tradition
    When we became a pair.

    No money for a diamond,
    No wanting one, so there.
    It all worked out, we knew it would
    When we became a pair.

    Off to the Farmer’s Market
    The silversmith at work,
    You sketched a love knot carefully,
    Tradition with a quirk.

    Our college days are now long gone
    And many things we own.
    Still after 38 great years,
    Knot’s not replaced with stone.

    It shines but doesn’t sparkle
    This ring that marks our start,
    But when I look into your eyes,
    The sparks fly in my heart.

    (c) 2020 Susan Bickel

  7. Auction Day
    (for Marylynn)

    Family, friends, strangers
    Stand ready to raise
    Their bidding numbers.

    You stand apart,
    Bidding each item goodbye,
    Hoping for high bids,
    Hoping for good homes
    For beloved knickknacks,
    Dusted weekly,
    Good china that plated plenty
    Of holiday meals,
    Slightly rusted tools that fixed
    From eave spouts
    To screen doors,
    The home you grew up in
    A mere house.

    Others want to embrace you
    But nod instead,
    Respecting your tears
    That sparkle
    With memories.

    (c) 2020 Jane Heitman Healy


    A million stars sparkled that night,
    Up there in a cloudless sky.
    Out there, far from the glare of city lights,
    They seemed brighter than ever before.
    I offered to count them for you,
    On, two, three, four …
    But, before I got to twenty,
    Your lips got in the way.
    I thought I would sing that song to you;
    “Shall I catch a shooting star,
    Shall I bring it where you are?
    If you want me too….”
    But your lips got in the way.

    We smile when we think back
    To that starry night so long ago.
    And when you smile,
    Your eyes still sparkle
    Brighter than those million stars.
    If I try to finish the song,
    “I will share eternity with you …”
    Will your lips get in the way?

    Bryn Strudwick

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