Week 534 (August 16-31). Poems topic: stuck in the mud

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until August 31 to post a poem, and from September 1-7 we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be any length.

This week’s topic is: stuck in the mud.

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!

Thank you to Maria for suggesting the topic!

[Brett]

Car Trouble
By Brett A. Starr on August 21, 2022

The storm created a flood
The road was cluttered with crud
When it started to dry
I thought I’d pass by
But instead, I got stuck in the mud

[Nicky]

As usual, I don't really have a title for this poem yet so let's call it...

Rain, by Nicky

They painted the new hospital a cheerful blue.
It's modern turrets the shade of a summer sky.
Today the sky is Northumbrian.
Slate-grey.
Angry black clouds threaten the horizon.
The rain beats the ground
sending visitors scurrying for cover,
coats over heads, hopscotching puddles
as if excited to arrive in the high ceilinged foyer.
People murmur church quiet, as they wait.
I fill up my lungs and plunge.
Who will I find today?
Will the clouds part to reveal
a flash of the old blue?
Or will it be another day
stuck in the mud,
that sends me scrambling back to the car park
to turn my face to the thunderous skies
and pray for the rain to free me.

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Pointless Thoughts
GENRE: Traditional Poetry
RATING: PG-13 for language



Stuck in the mud with these pointless thoughts
Dreaming about murder and never getting caught
Descending into madness with every bully’s word
Every kiss begins with K, how fucking absurd
Rumination is the word of this never-ending day
Getting revenge on the voices, but it’s me who pays
I could argue until my jaw is clamped down tight
Sore facial muscles with every phantom bite
A headache that won’t go away with some Advil
A demonic revelation even after I take sad pills
Kiss the girls and only make yourself cry
Take the punches and make some wishes to die
Take the insults without asking reasons why
Take the abuse until your insides are fried
Pointless thoughts, what the fuck are you doing?
Eating me alive, what the fuck are you chewing?
One mind against a meat suit full of organs
Betrayal from within, should I drink some Captain Morgan?
Is a bottle full of poison the answer to it all?
The answer is never, so I continue to brawl
If it takes forever to keep my brain in line
Then I’m putting on the gloves, your ass is mine!

[Nahyan Ameen]

Crossroads
by Unholy Metaphor

Key crossroads come with portentous
Signs, cats and dogs looking out for iambic tetrameters and heroine hexameters
Don’t miss your chance when it comes, wearing out the souls of my shoes to get to The Crossroads before getting Stuck in the Mud