Poetry Challeng Day 18

Tonight will have to be quick. I really didn’t like this one at all, but I made a promise to post all 30 days, so here goes. Day eighteen’s challenge was to write a poem using only internal rhyme, no end rhyme. I’ve never intentionally used internal rhyme, so this was a bit of a challenge for me. Add to that my lack of inspiration, exhausting day, and a migraine, and this is what you get. Haha

There is that pittering, pattering sound,
Of the rain storm causing no harm,
With its rushing winds the rumbling blends,
And the lightening flashes as thunder crashes,
In this glorious show I know of His. 

Well, goodnight dear citizens! Peace be with you in all your current ventures! I must leave now because apparently I’m kicking into gameshow host/mayor mode… Don’t you judge me!


Poetry Challenge Day 17

I’m a little late tonight, but hey, at least it’s getting posted, right? Especially with my track record!
Anyways, today’s challenge was simply to write a poem with a rhyme scheme. Easy enough. In fact, I think the hardest part was choosing a topic!

A beat, a rhythm, a glorious rhyme,
Two hearts, merged, pound out the time,
Flying, soaring, both together as one,
We eat up the ground, give in and run. 
There is one thing words will never describe,
And that is the horse, with a girl by his side. 

As always, criticism is much appreciated!

Poetry Chellange Day 16

Rattler has a class starting soon, so this will have to be quick. Rattler completed the day 16 challenge, which was to write a poem inspired by the one she posted yesterday. Rattler doesn’t know why she’s referring to herself in the third person. Haha I’m not sure what I think of this one, it just kind of… happened. Which, I suppose, is the whole idea of inspiration, right?


The rain pounds all around,
Lightening shatters the black of night,
Thunder rolls its growling sound,
The wind and branches fight.

I quiver in fear, balled up on the ground,
No strength to battle the sights and sounds,
My knees hit the earth, and you wrap all around.
In you, strength and peace forever abound,
On you, I pray, let my feet always be found!


Please tell me what you think! I am always seeking to improve my craft, but I can’t do that without outside opinions and suggestions. After all, we can’t see the log in our own eye!



Poetry Challenge Day 15

Today is day 15 of the 30 day challenge. Can I get woot woot? Yes, this means I am half way through… but it also means that Rattler is actually keeping up with her blog! Miracles do happen everybody! So, for today, we are supposed to post one of our favorite poems written by someone else. I have chosen “The Rainy Day” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Enjoy!


The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the moldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the moldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.


Here’s hoping I can pull through for tomorrow too!



Poetry Challenge Day 14

It’s day 14, almost half done! Our instructions today were to write a bad poem. Make it as bad as possible. I tried my best to do so, which is funny because that’s what I think most of my poems are whether I’m trying or not.

I’ll make
This poem as 
Bad as can
Don’t even bother to read
It, it’ll only pain
Me. It’s all
Choppy and
No meter, no scheme,
And all in all I can’t stand
This sort 
Of thing.

Now have a good laugh, or gape in horror, either way. Have a great day! I hope to post again tomorrow.

Poetry Challenge Day 13

It’s a miracle! Your Rattler has actually pulled through this time… And got you all caught up! Now let’s see if she can keep it that way. Day 13’s challenge was to write a short poem that a child would like. My youngest brother is learning to play drums, so I suppose that’s where this came from.

Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump,
Sounds like a car driving over some bumps,
Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump,
Why does the car drive over those bumps?
Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump,
All my head can think is bump, bump, bump,
Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump,
It sounds like my drums, that thump-idy thump,
Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump,
By golly, it is their thump-idy thump, thump!
Thump-idy, thump-idy, thump-idy, thump!

Well, goodnight all! As always, I would love to get critique from you, and would be delighted to read whatever you may have written for this challenge!

Poetry Challenge Day 12

I had fun with day twelve. The challenge was to write your life story in 6 words. Now, I had done this earlier this year for a class in school. But that was a while ago, so I did it again. I actually did two. Why? Well… I may have cheated a bit on the first one. See, they only said “6 Words,” not that they had to be English. So, I wrote the first in Latin, and the second in English just to be fair.

Sum spiro spero, Deo gratiam habaemus. 
(While I live I hope, let us be grateful to God.)

In weakness, He is my strength.

I hope you’ve enjoyed at least one or two of these! I intend on posting day 13 tonight as well, which would leave us up to date.