Creative Writing

Date Night – Poetry

Today is Monday and that means #MondayMusings is upon us. Each Monday I’ll be sharing a poem of some sort. The goal is to be more consistent because I can’t call myself a writer if I’m not writing.

This week, my poem is about a date I went on a few weeks ago. It wasn’t the best and you know I’m talking about it. Let’s all hope he doesn’t find this. #fingerscrossed

Also, I forgot to post last week’s poem so I’ll add it below as well. Hope you like them both!

 

Date Night

Last time I went on a date

He talked too much

Nary one kiss passed between us

Yet his lips moved just as passionately

Between bites of food

He spoke but said nothing

Drew me into the lair of his mouth

And I being his captive,

Never let on to my distress

Rather, I smiled at my abductor

Laughed at jokes that did not amuse me

Prepared the excuse I would give

Should he invite me to be enslaved again

I’d say: I’m too happy in the freedom on my solitude to be held by you

 

 

 

Last week’s poem is pretty cool because two of my blogger buddies gave me words to use in it. The words were “classic”, “genuine”, and “polished”. It was harder to use the words than I expected. I think I’ll do this again for the practice.

A Maze

Girls grow into themselves quietly.

Bodies develop as do brains and ideas

Sprout out like hips but wider.

Classic good looks

Pale in comparison to the neurons firing under hair that was cut last week.

She thinks as beautifully as she appears.

 

Space between newly pierced ears contracts and expands.

Timidity unravels into a confidence

Tempered only by the modesty

Learned from her gracious mother.

Genuine and kind, she grows

Into a maze of complications

And she is amazing.

 

Polished and wild and amazing.

 

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I'm Mariah. Jesus is my homie. I live in (and was raised in) the south. I am, as often as possible, actively grateful for my family because I understand their life giving power. Really dislike melodramatics. Really love reading and writing so much so that I aspire to be an author. What else?

2 comments on “Date Night – Poetry

  1. The second one. I want to read it to a group of girls!

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