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 April is FOOL.

32 comments on “Adult “W.O.M.” Poems


    If ever there was a NEED to keep collected calm cool
    ‘Tis now― for ‘CV’ will suffer no fools.
    Be kind safe and well, keep the faith, let us pray
    Together-apart, let us FOLLOW THE RULES.

    Cory Corrado ©

  2. If I were an April Fool….

    If I were an April Fool
    I’d wear my new swim suit
    My sunglasses atop my head
    And then I’d play the flute!

    If I were an April fool
    I’d ask your dog just how
    You were behaving – then
    say, “Woof woof, bow wow!”

    If I were an April fool
    I’d dress up like a king
    The Cafeteria Kingdom’s
    Where I ‘d do my ‘ruling’ thing

    If I were an April fool
    I wouldn’t write a poem
    I’d sit in schoolyard’s garden
    And be its special gnome!

    But I’m not an April fool
    This poem I copied too!
    It was written on your forehead
    Hah! April Fools! To you!

    By Linda Trott Dickman

  3. Janet Kay Gallagher, Jane Heitman Healy, and any other poet who made a comment, I’d like to thank you. We had a terrible storm yesterday. Our power was out for over eleven hours. Many outages occurred in our area with trees down, causing us to lose the internet and lights. The servicemen worked hard to restore it.

  4. A Tribe of Fools
    By Linda Boyden
    ©2015, 2020

    They stand near
    the railroad tracks
    a tribe of
    troubled brothers
    like the larrikins of older days
    who’d lurk in shadowy alleys
    jump the unwary
    pickpocket and plunder
    wear dark fedoras
    pepper city streets
    with bullets
    full force
    into infamy.

    These present ones
    boys really
    spray paint in hand
    switchblades in pockets
    jeans slung low
    along the horizons
    of their hips
    these fools travel
    in packs to
    prove their manhood
    earn that beanie
    fresh ink
    on the neck but
    like the poet said,

    We be
    cool. We
    die soon.*
    *”We Real Cool” by
    Gwendolyn Brooks

  5. Time at Home

    Stuck at home,
    can’t go play.
    Wish I could just
    teach today!

    Miss those kids
    and all they do.
    Wonder if they
    miss me too?

    Cooking, reading,
    writing poems.
    Things to do
    while stuck in homes.

    Make the best of
    current trends.
    Hope and pray
    this sickness ends!

    Won’t waste my days
    like some ole fool.
    I’ll keep learning
    just like school!

    ** I didn’t get a poem written for March, so snuck “wonder” into this poem! A two-fer!

    • Susan, I guess you do miss the kids today. In our area, the kids are out for a while. I like the lines Won’t waste my days/like some ole fool/ I’ll keep learning just like school. Reading is a big part of what we do as teachers and as students. Even retired teachers read by night lights when the power goes out.

      • Thank you, Patricia! Yes – I love to learn, and to share what I learn with kids. I’ve been “semi-retired” for almost eight years now, but love to substitute teach. I only teach at three elementary schools, so I get to know the kids and staff really well. I’m just the teacher who doesn’t teach every day! I write down the title of every book I read, and share this little notebook with kids to encourage them to do the same.

      • The idea of a reading notebook sounds marvelous. I record the books read for the year on the computer. Your health must be really great to keep teaching.

      • Susan, I am retired nearly two years and miss my kids terribly. So happy that their parents feel the same way and keep in touch with me! Wonderful poem by a life -long learner, passionate teacher.

  6. Jane Yolen

    April 1, 2020 @ 10:03 am

    Old One: A True Story

    No fool like an old one,
    then I am the fool,
    romancing at 80
    with a boy met in school.

    We dated at nineteen,
    each married another.
    As I sort of recall,
    We were sister and brother.

    Foolish as teeners?
    Well. less foolish now.
    We’ve discovered, uncovered,
    and fallen in WOW!

    April first is a day for lovers
    of all ages.

    Jane Yiolen



    April 1, 2020 @ 10:22 am Edit

    The best kind of fools to be, Jane. Love the poem, love more the story.

  7. Finding someone at your age to share your life is outstanding. I’m happy for you. The poem gives the reader quite a story.

  8. You must be psychic David. I wrote this three days ago

    I met her on the first of April, appropriately enough.
    Well, there’s no fool like an April fool they say.
    Actually I think I made that up
    But I think it’s quite true anyway.

    She looked a picture standing there on that first warm day of Spring..
    Her arms were bare, her skirt way up above her knee
    And dare I say that she was shapely? Or will you say I’m shallow saying that?
    Well, if I’m honest I would probably agree.

    And then she spoke and, in that moment, no-one else existed.
    The crowd around her simply faded from my view.
    “Hello,” she said, “If my information’s right, you’re Nathan.”
    All that beauty and well-informed too.

    “And who told you that?” I said breathlessly like an awkward teenager.
    (But I’m not a teenager, for God’s sake; I’m thirty-nine)
    “Oh I never reveal my sources,” she said, eyes sparkling,
    “And your name is …?” I said, “since you know mine.”

    “I suppose that’s only fair,” she said,” It’s Eve.
    “Well,” I said, “I’m pleased to meet you madam”
    Then, with a touch of genius, I added,
    “If your name’s Eve, I shall change my name to Adam.”

    We talked all through the evening, friends
    And, in case you’re wondering whether,
    The answer to your question’s yes
    We spent the night together.

    Next morning I couldn’t find her,
    Though I searched for her near and far.
    She’d disappeared completely.
    And so had my wallet and car.

    No, there’s no fool like an April fool,
    Whoever said that was right.
    I’d been taken to the cleaners ….
    But it had been a wonderful night.

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