jade 🌾

a poem titled “me, care of you”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “they say it happens when you least expect it. too long did i wait for the magic of puppy love, aging out of television scenes and cafeteria chats. those stories had me peeking at every corner. all this time, and you turn up just around one. before the degrees that separated us intersected, ghost after ghost nearly scared away my hope. but now i see you, apparition, next to me; a granted prayer from the corner of my dreams a manifestation of what i wished love could be. i had wondered if my years of unrelenting hopes had backed me into an impossible corner. the first time i sat in your car was a revelation. maybe i predicted you, my playlists psychic, my poems and scripts casually prophetic. in the past, i chased after the passive, my hopeful heart ignoring their full stops and instead imagining question marks. you shake me out of my old patterns; your exclamation points pierce my doubt. i’ve been careful yet hurt anyway, miscalculating leaps of misplaced faith. with you, i want to take the risk of falling knowing now that i’ll land as soft as breath in the space between laughter and kisses.”

day 30 prompt: “around the corner” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

aaand here’s day 30! this one’s a bit of a companion piece to day 29, mainly because it’s the same thread (but much shorter) & for/about the same person. the prompt here is “around the corner” by @poetryorchard.bsky.social

now FINALLY done with #napowrimo2025! yay! thank you for reading! #poetry

the first part of a poem titled “based on a true story”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. it reads: “i’ve been setting the scene for years: interior, car - night. me in the passenger’s seat, next to a beautiful boy. he’s driving me home, and i’m throwing wishes out the window praying for the traffic to stall, for the lanes to be lit red. i know how this is supposed to go— or at least, how i’ve been hoping for it to. after rounds of chemistry tests on the same script, edited and perfected for years but never greenlit, you’d think i would’ve given up a long time ago. but this time it’s different, because it’s you. my stubborn hopes were right all along: the problem was never my script, but my scene partner. the conversation doesn’t end, never dulls between us. speaking only ever turns to laughter or singing. unfortunately, we make it to exterior, home - after midnight. we’d already spent an extra half hour on park with the engine running and you can drive in circles only for so long before it gets suspicious. for the first time, i know i’m not just projecting: on my dimly lit street, we linger by your car, both of us wishing time would be slower. the script is the same, but because it’s with you, i’m different, too: swaying between impatience and excitement, and brave enough to say more things out loud. so i ask you why you haven’t kissed me yet, even after having me close all night, the two of us singing along to love songs in the dark.”

the last part of a poem titled “based on a true story”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. it reads: “you laugh and explain how timing is a funny thing— you wait for when it feels right, but that’s difficult to gauge when there’s never a lull between us, never any silence that needs to be filled with something else. how can there be one moment when it’s felt right the whole time? we’re both laughing and i feel like i have to pinch myself. who fed you all these lines and how did they know they’d work? how have you managed to surprise me when i was sure i’d already dreamed about every which way this could go? where did you come from? and how can i get you to stay? you interrupt my inner monologue and ask if you can kiss me now, and there’s nothing left for me to say but yes, nothing left to do but step closer for that first meeting of lips that promises this moment will be far from the last, but maybe, this could be the last new lips either one will kiss. and finally, i make it back to where it all began: interior, bedroom - much later than midnight now, the smile on my face brighter than i’ve felt before. i hadn’t written past this yet but it’s everything i’ve hoped for, but here’s one hope more: that this plot twist will be my happy end.”

day 29 prompt: “plot twist” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “Write a poem about hope.” from skyler witherspoon

*taps mic* this thing still on?😅 sorry i disappeared after claiming i had drafts ready LOL work getting in the way was an actual plot twist! anyway here’s a VERY late (& long!) day 29 for “plot twist” (@poetryorchard.bsky.social) + “a poem about hope” (@skudiklier.bsky.social) #napowrimo #poetry

a poem titled “farewell, first love”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “i don’t know why i carry past love like a phantom limb. despite your leaving, your shadow still walks with me. i wake up some mornings with things to tell you, even if these days, you barely remember “happy birthday”. maybe memories don’t fade when they’re taken to heart. i’ve made too many monuments out of moments, gotten carried away with stories from screenshots, mapped out our stars like they had a shared destination. all that to say: i thought maybe you’d love me eventually, but now i wouldn’t count on an invite to your wedding. funny how i used to think you weren’t the marrying type, but we were just kids when we met, 17 and still lost. though i haven’t loved you for years, i think about when i did and can’t help but feel wistful for the life we’ll never have. i imagined it beautifully, and see it now in the ring on her finger. you love her and you’re happy. it has nothing to do with me.”

day 28 prompt: “a fading memory” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

i said “surprise” in my last poem & well… here’s another! for day 28, i used the @poetryorchard.bsky.social prompt “a fading memory” & recycled an old draft from when i found out my first love got engaged. very much at peace with it now but i wanted to honor the feeling when i wrote it! #napowrimo

yes i've been listening to it!!! hehe

a poem titled “surprise party”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “a conspiracy set afoot by her most trusted companions: everyone she loves in the same room, without her prior knowledge, gathered to tell her they love her. there are tears and hugs and kisses, but most importantly, there’s cake and pizza and more than enough drinks to go around. and of course, there’s love filling the whole room, the surprised celebrant’s heart fit to burst from the outpour. for her, it’s the very first of its kind, and only all she ever wanted. this time, the candles are wishless. her eyes glitter at all the love, all for her, that enclaves her from every corner. this birthday is her new favorite one; for the first time, there’s nothing more to ask.”

day 27 prompts: “got a secret, can you keep it?” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “what you imagine your next birthday will be like” from skyler witherspoon

another happy poem! here’s my take on @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s day 27 prompt “got a secret, can you keep it?” and @skudiklier.bsky.social’s prompt “Write a poem about what you imagine your next birthday will be like.” #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity #poems #poetry #glopowrimo #poem

a poem titled “Some Things Don’t Die”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “The bass thrums in their ears, drums in their chests as voices transform the world with new song. “This night will go down as one of the bests,” thinks the maddening crowd, swaying along. But all it takes is the wrong one knocking to ruin a good thing down to the bud. No entry even with nothing blocking is the curse and the price paid with spilled blood. Flesh is no longer what separates them, all invited to join the devil’s dance. The mad crowd’s minds meld, sync to the rhythm, no longer themselves, undeath in a trance. But while community turns on each other, no one can take a brother from his brother.”

day 26 prompts: “the maddening crowd” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “sonnet” from napowrimo.net

big departure from the sweetness of yesterday. i watched the new movie “Sinners” over the weekend & it was INCREDIBLE, so here’s a sonnet about it. maybe some minor spoilers, thinly veiled? got the sonnet prompt from napowrimo.net & “the maddening crowd” from @poetryorchard.bsky.social #napowrimo

a poem titled “For Kieran”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “What’s life without a sister? Imagine never watching the sunset. Imagine the sky in all its beauty, without an eye to witness. You were born, and then: colors. I can’t imagine a world without them.”

day 25 prompt: “haiku made for you” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

another simple one for today, @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s day 25 prompt was “haiku made for you” and so i wrote a poem with 3 stanzas of haiku for my beloved sister. 💜 #napowrimo #poetrycommunity #napowrimo2025 #poetry #poem #poems

a poem titled “wake”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “when i think about dying, i worry about the timing. i pray death won’t arrive too soon, but i hope it won’t be too late either. don’t keep me here when everyone who knows me best has already gone. let me leave behind some precious few who loved me well and full, so that my life doesn’t end up as some poor retelling. tell the truth of my joys and my failures, my tears and my rage and my laugh. don’t ever say i was perfect— i’d rather you speak ill of the dead than lie. share my history, not fiction. i want to be loved for who i am, even when i am no longer.”

day 24 prompt: “a ___ retelling” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

short and hopefully sweet, this poem uses the prompt “a ___ retelling” by @poetryorchard.bsky.social. just a lil introspective piece. hope you like it! #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity #poems #poetry #poem

a poem titled “let there be birdsong”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “if it does happen that humans eventually eradicate each other, i want to hope that nature lives on. in a world without guns and bombs, the quiet returns. static is replaced by birdsong. no more morning rush of beeping cars on busy streets, just a sparrow with its dawn chorus. a mother robin listens to the newly hatched voices filling her nest. afternoons are adorned by warblers and birds singing for the first time, without witnesses for stage fright. in the total darkness of a city finally sleeping, a nightingale writes a dirge, or a lullaby. in our hubris, we would believe our extinction to mean the end of all things, but the earth will continue living. just hear it sing.”

day 23 prompts: “myths of creation and/or end times” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “birdsong” from napowrimo.net

i consider this to be another happy poem. here’s one for the
@poetryorchard.bsky.social prompt “myths of creation and/or end times” and napowrimo.net ’s day 23 prompt about birdsong. #napowrimo #poetrycommunity #napowrimo2025 #poetry #poem #poems

a poem titled “At My Best, I Am Light”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “I’m a morning person after all, despite my penchant for sleepless nights. I was born to be kissed by the sun, even through the moonlight. God created me to bring warmth; I have the soft parts of His Likeness, tears like morning dew on grass, though I wish I were as beautiful when I cry. It’s darkest before dawn, but most days, I dress like a sunrise. Some passing clouds have tried to snuff my bright, but it never lasts for too long. More than luminous; at my best, I am light. Creatures of the dark still dare to seek me, before remembering they aren’t built to handle my radiance. They run and hide, back into their caves where they belong as they sulk at the loss of me. Once, I worried it was my fault, my muchness. But does sunlight dial itself down in the face of other weather? No. Despite rain and winter; there, behind the grey: it still shines.”

day 22 prompts: “dew drops” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “what have you learned about yourself in the last year?” from skyler witherspoon

back to happier poems! here’s a poem for @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s day 22 prompt “dew drops” and @skudiklier.bsky.social’s prompt “What have you learned about yourself in the last year?” #napowrimo #poetrycommunity #napowrimo2025 #poetry #poem

++ & offerings. would someone as devoted as Medusa really defile the temple of her goddess? still, she ends up getting cursed by Athena bc of that & THEN it becomes Poseidon’s son Perseus’ “hero quest” to behead Medusa. heartbreaking.

context for the above piece: most versions of Medusa’s story say she had an “affair” with Poseidon at the temple of Athena BUT THE THING IS, Medusa was a very devout follower of Athena. some retellings say Poseidon raped her in the temple, bc of course he’d find her there, in her daily prayers ++

a poem titled “Medusa Confessional”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “It’s not as if I have any more to lose. They called me a monster and I hid as I watched the world accept it. No use fighting when the order comes from on-high. You’d think other women would listen, you’d think that prayers and pleading would suffice to be seen as something worth saving— I should have known it would have to be sacrifice. Because it was my blood that was spilled, my pain that turned hallowed ground unclean. Don’t they realize that my peace was disturbed, too? My safe place turned obscene? Is it my fate now, to be a conquest, now that I’m no longer human? But was this always to be my curse, being born a woman? They took everything from me, but that included my fear, my care. Just try to touch me— I dare you to stare, and stare, and stare.”

day 21 prompts: “hallowed ground” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “what are you afraid of?” from skyler witherspoon

bonus prompt - rewrite a story: Think of a character. It could be a fictional/mythological character or a public figure or even you or someone you know. How has this story been told? How would you tell it differently? (Prompt by Poetry Orchard’s Tea with HB & Diva Parekh)

my third take on another greek myth this month; here’s a sort-of retelling of Medusa’s story from her point of view. CONTENT WARNING for implied sexual assault. there are 3 prompts for this by @poetryorchard.bsky.social & @skudiklier.bsky.social. more context below! #napowrimo #poetrycommunity #poem

a poem titled “delayed detonation”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “you did good, dad, sparing me your wrath until i had entered adulthood. i did not grow up with this angry man in my house. what happened to you? this is not who raised me. i didn’t even know rage was something to inherit. i didn’t know you possessed such volatility, or that it could also possess you. if only you’d talk to a friend, since a professional is too much to ask of your generation. i don’t think the first man who loved me should be allowed to bellow without apology. keep it up and i swear you’ll never see a daughter so in a hurry to leave. god forbid i stay & learn the wrong lesson: to stay if the next man who loves me treats me the same.”

day 20 prompt: “inheritance” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

another double post coming up! here’s one for the day 20 @poetryorchard.bsky.social prompt “inheritance”— content warning: angry father but no explicit abuse, just hard feelings. if you relate to this piece at all please know i love you & i hope you take care of yourself. #napowrimo #poetrycommunity

a poem titled “early days, yet”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “you’re testing the waters but i’d rather you dive in, baby, the water’s fine and my waves are ready to welcome you in and drown us in our wanting, asking “do you know what you’re doing to me?” butterflies dance in my stomach, flitting around; their wings tickle my heart, so excuse me if i cough to hide a giggle to suppress something darker, deeper, a yearning for what i can have, for once; a dangerous feeling— it’s been a while since i’ve allowed myself impatience but i’ve waited long enough, almost gave up on the idea of you until you showed up out of nowhere as if i grew you in a lab, like my friends say, so i do hope you stay, see where this goes and realize we’re going the same way; that my odds and your ends fit each other like missing pieces we didn’t even know we needed.”

day 19 prompts: “odds & ends” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “do you know what you’re doing?” from skyler witherspoon

oops double posting bc i ended up writing more after i finished the one last night! here’s a poem for the prompts “odds & ends” by @poetryorchard.bsky.social + “do you know what you’re doing” by @skudiklier.bsky.social, for a belated day 19 post! #napowrimo #poetrycommunity #napowrimo2025 #poetry

a poem titled “one day more”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “the drive home at the end of the night is my favorite part of our dates. you launch spotify on your phone and put the broadway playlist on shuffle. i don’t do casual, so i give a performance worthy of the stage, bowing in my seat while you shake your head in awe, applauding against the wheel. you have your time to shine, too, and the smile stays on my face your whole number, hands pressed against my chest, ready to clap. when the people sing “one more dawn / one more day / one day more,” i think of how much humbler my wishes are: one more song, one more kiss, one more minute to laugh with you, to feel my hand in yours, to have you close to me as you drive around aimlessly, trying to make time slower.”

day 18 prompt: “driving/riding a car & singing” from napowrimo.net

full prompt: “Take a look at Ellen Bass’s poem, “You’re the Top”. Now, craft your own poem that recounts an experience of driving/riding and singing, incorporating a song lyric.” (From NaPoWriMo.Net)

sorry i keep disappearing, work has been wild this week & also i felt so stuck with this prompt bc i loved it so much i couldn’t get the words down! but here’s a cute poem about an experience of riding in a car & singing, prompt courtesy of napowrimo.net! #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity

a poem titled “before we were long distance best friends, we were practically neighbors”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “we sit across screens, oceans of distance between us— but it wasn’t long ago that i was in your kitchen. you’re a master with an oven & espresso machine; i miss your chocolate chip cookies & iced boozies, though of course, i miss you more. it’s good we don’t always love the same way because if i tried, all i could give you would be burnt offerings of my friendship. but we sync where it counts: laughing over text, a hundred HAHAs per minute, life updates via voice note podcasts. you get me, forgive me & my excess of 15 minutes; i let you bully me (with care) for being extra. i’m glad distance hasn’t changed a thing.”

day 17 prompt: “burnt offerings” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

day 17’s prompt c/o @poetryorchard.bsky.social is “burnt offerings” & i like the playful take i had on it! here’s a friendship poem. hope you like it! #napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2025 #glopowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity #poem #poetry

a poem titled “You Are Jade”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet, after Richard Siken. the poem reads: “You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re hoping you can circle the block one last time, even though it’s late and you’re tired from a day of work and socializing with friends, and you’d normally be grateful for the lack of traffic on the way home. You’re finding ways to make this drive last longer, to find one more song to soundtrack your laughter and clasped hands over the gear shift. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you can’t help but think /finally/, now there’s a point to all those poems and playlists about late night drives you romanticized; you have it now, what you’ve wanted for years. He kisses you on your cheek, your mouth, your neck, your forehead, and you keep your eyes closed because you’re worried you’ll wake up from another dream. But he takes your hand and says your name and you’re back there with him, awake and real and feeling like you’re falling for the first time.”

day 16 prompt: “late night drives” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

the prompt “late night drives” by @poetryorchard.bsky.social immediately reminded me of Richard Siken’s “You Are Jeff,” a piece that has inspired me for YEARS. recently, i (finally) found myself in a similar situation, & instead of my usual yearning, there’s some reciprocation, too. #napowrimo

a poem titled “a friend in the deep”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “an unforgettable summer memory is what the ocean gave me. it was a low tide day & we swam all the way to the buoy line. reaching it, my brother & i realized we were out of our depth. he was scared but i was older, so i let him hang on my shoulders until he pushed me down. there, i met a friend, who may forever be a part of me now. they greeted my foot with a squeeze so tight i had to hobble-paddle back to shore. our mom met us halfway & i asked her to check the sharpness i felt in my sole. lo and behold! remnants of a sea urchin’s embrace clung to the front of my arch. if there’s a lesson to be learned here, it’s that yes, it actually is that deep. that, or: don’t trust little brothers.”

day 15 prompts: “what the water gave me” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “it actually is that deep” from skyler witherspoon

for day 15’s poem, i used @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s prompt “what the water gave me” & @skudiklier.bsky.social’s prompt to write a poem that includes the line, “it actually is that deep.” this is based on a true story from 2017! #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity

and it changes the weather and makes things all sorts of bad for the people on earth. i wanted to try to write from her perspective of how his love turned into a cage for her. it’s not quite forgiveness, but it’s not a loss of love either. it’s just complicated, and they need better boundaries haha.

for those not familiar with Hadestown, Hades’ love for Persephone is portrayed as once pure and true, but was corrupted, and Persephone longs for that old version of him. instead of letting her live 6 months on earth and 6 months in the Underworld, he actually takes her from earth sooner +

a poem titled “persephone sets boundaries with hades”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “when did you become the person they warned me about instead of the person i loved? your false promises of springtime caged me from my bloom, left me without warmth. how could you think so little of me that a mere half of each year is all it would take to lose my love? all i needed was to be gently held in your embrace on my every arrival, to be trusted to always return. my lover of little faith, there was no need to gild these walls. a keep is not the same as a home.”

day 14 prompt: “false spring” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

got a few more catch-up posts in a row to share! here’s one for day 14, with the prompt “false spring” by @poetryorchard.bsky.social. i thought of writing Persephone’s thoughts on Hades, particularly the iteration from the musical “Hadestown”. #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #writingcommunity

a poem titled “games”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “truth: i regret not being enough of a coward to be able to choose dare. yes, despite the root word, that choice isn’t quite for the daring, but for the evasive. the truthful are the daring. i choose to be brave in the spilling of my guts, honorable as a samurai. i have never not been able to keep my secrets. go on— ask. but are you ready for my answer? // dare: actions speak louder than words so i’ll do what it takes to keep them quiet. watch as i so boldly choose which peace of mine to protect. a magician never spills their secrets, but i’ll give you a hint: the art of misdirection. did you not notice a truth already revealed? your cowardice: the inability to let go of control.”

day 13 prompts: “truth or dare” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

truth or dare? that’s day 13’s prompt from @poetryorchard.bsky.social! i wrote this poem in 2 different POVs, someone choosing truth and the other choosing dare. i don’t shame either choice, both totally have merit! i just think that maybe one choice is a way to run from the other. 👀 #napowrimo

a poem titled “a changing of light”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “i sat on the floor for an hour trying not to make something out of nothing. but what’s a girl to do with all this space? without you, i lived in dusk for years, missing you in every purple. i love you for the ways you made me love myself. i love me because i’ve loved and been loved by you. and thanks to you, i am never without enough to share. i didn’t waste what you gave me— i’ve loved while you’ve been gone. but no one’s loved me better than the me i was when i was with you. i love you more than there are numbers. after a decade, i haven’t loved you any less, only differently, like a changing of light. is there a word for the sunrise after a storm? how the pinks and oranges tinge the grey, brightening up the canvas of sky? what do you call that creeping warmth, the touch of daytime through clouds? our shadows don’t look like they used to, but still, they yearn to overlap into one. the sun moves and finally, we inch closer. over on the horizon— do you see me? i am welcoming you home.”

day 12 prompts: “sunrise after a storm” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild and “i sat on the floor for an hour trying not to…” from skyler witherspoon

finally, a love poem after all those bitter ones! not that i don’t welcome bitterness, i just prefer being a lovergirl! i used @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s prompt “sunrise after a storm” & an opening line from @skudiklier.bsky.social! i think this is lovely, if i do say so myself. #napowrimo #poetry

thank you, i appreciate it!!!!!

a poem titled “deep cleaning”, written by Jade A./wheatfieldspoet. the first part of the poem reads: “i strip the sheets from the mattress and resist the urge to burn them. i blow the smoke of memory away—” the poem then cuts to an indented section, italicized and in parentheses, which reads: “whispers in the dark, never promises but i believed you all the same, took you at your word as you took me for a fool”. the poem continues in its original formatting: “—as i unearth your lighter from underneath the bed frame. a forgotten but negligible loss. i hate that i let you pollute me, but enough time has passed for my cells to have been shed anew: this is skin that has not touched yours, lungs that have never breathed secondhandedly, a heart that should have never made space for you. i throw the sheets in the wash for a long cycle. i take the trash out unceremoniously, save for a silent prayer that it be sent straight the incinerator, so it doesn’t pretend to be someone else’s treasure.”

day 11 prompt: “whispers in the dark” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

unearthed some anger for this one. the prompt is “whispers in the dark” from @poetryorchard.bsky.social & it brought back some not-so-great memories from what used to be thrills back in my escapril 2023 (i cringe but i live & learn). anyway, hope ya dig! #napowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity

a poem titled “i’m choosing the bear”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “because the worst thing a bear can do is use me as a means of survival. a bear will not look at me and think it should lure me in with promises to keep me soft and pliant under its thumb. to fill a bear’s hunger is to keep it warm; it knows no indulgence, only sustenance. it will not take more than what the meat offers. to fight a bear is to understand fear; to have the instinct to protect what’s precious. like most predators, a bear may only see me as a body. being a survivor is a sort of bitter fortune, because isn’t it terrible to find it easier to explain, to endure the connotations of these scars? at least no one will ask what i was wearing.”

day 10 prompts: “choices” & “the nice guy” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild

cheating w this bc i didn’t write it this month BUT at the end of march (close enough?) & it fits the “choices” prompt from @poetryorchard.bsky.social + i wrote it during their workshop about feminine rage! also i realized i have free will & can do whatever! that includes choosing the bear.

a poem titled “so done with sad boys”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “none of these words are pretty enough for a poem, but i don’t trust anyone who says they’re “broken” — not at our big age, not anymore. it’s time to move past brokenness as a personality trait. being sad is no longer synonymous with cool or deep, and self-awareness without accountability is just an excuse to make it everyone else’s problem. of course male loneliness has become an epidemic — that’s what happens when you self-isolate in smoke. my advice? if you’ve decided that therapy isn’t for you without even having tried it, then make bad art. or don’t even call it that (i know you men hate labels), just make something out of your angst or spite, either for yourself or for strangers on the internet. draw even if your skills have never progressed since the fifth grade. write even if it sounds like a rant. we’re never truly alone, and i sometimes mean this derogatorily. i promise your niche will find you somehow. just, please, find ways to make it better instead of getting off on your own misery. but if you prefer misery, they do say it loves company — have you tried reddit?”

day 9 prompts: “graphical / in pieces” from poetry orchard & the adventurer’s writing guild + “free write” by skyler witherspoon

Full Prompt: “Free write for ten minutes. Leave for at least ten minutes and do something else. Come back to your free write and cut out at least half of it to make a poem. (Prompt by Skyler Witherspoon)”

this is NOT a pretty poem (& QUITE a departure from the love poem i just posted) so i apologize in advance! but it was great to get out of my system, thanks to @skudiklier.bsky.social’s free write prompt! paired this with @poetryorchard.bsky.social’s “graphical / in pieces” prompt! #napowrimo

a poem titled “romance with me”, written by Jade A., also known as wheatfieldspoet. the poem reads: “i want to love someone who wants to dance with me, who’s excited to forever make plans with me. what’s it like to fall in love, that honeymoon phase: to have somebody walk in that same trance with me? maybe the first step to finding love is to be unsure, & yet, willing to take that chance with me. if i’m being honest, i wouldn’t feel loved by someone too shy to publicly hold hands with me. say i’m your baby, call me sunshine, love me & don’t be afraid of a cheesy romance with me.”

day 8 prompt: “ghazal love song” from napowrimo.net

Full Prompt: “Write a ghazal that takes the form of a love song — however you want to define that. Ghazals commonly consist of five to fifteen couplets that are independent from each other but are nonetheless linked abstractly in their theme; and more concretely by their form. The lines all have to be of around the same length (though formal meter/syllable-counts are not employed); and both lines of the first couplet end on the same word or words, which then form a refrain that is echoed at the end of each succeeding couplet. Observe the conventions of the repeated word and having the stanzas present independent thoughts along a single theme — a meditation, not a story. (Prompt by NaPoWriMo.Net)”

back from my unplanned hiatus, with a vengeance, and a backlog of poems. let’s get to it! this belated day 8 piece uses a prompt from napowrimo.net, which was to write a love song in the ghazal form. a fun challenge! #napowrimo #glopowrimo #napowrimo2025 #poetrycommunity #poem

aw rix i'm glad i could share this with you!