2022 Poetry Compilation

Prompt for MTB: Finding it First by dVerse: Write a poem using the first line from each of the first poems you posted each month of last year. (Since I didn’t write any poems until June, I used a lot from that month.)

Some people worry that my diagnosis denotes violence

I’d like to think I’m not a liar, but

Betrayal turns time upside down

Violet diamonds

And all the mistakes

Blood red pain for days

Fires lit my dreams

Nests peeked out from

Summer memories

I was having a flashback

Mile 13, hiking back towards the ravine

Atmospheric river storm

It felt like the wind would blow me off the mountain

There was no need to cry

I’d be home by pitch black

When will I write about him

I wish I could write a poem purely about my love for him

If I knew how to write poetry

When we broke up, I was twenty

We had both said we were committed

He told me I was a good communicator

When he was still listening

I was feeling so low

I know I’m not perfect

All the men tell me

You’re so fucking hot; I’ll lick all of your tattoos

My heart is so tired of asking

What if I’m determined to fuck it up

image by Ravi Kant, Pexels

List of poems used, in chronological order:
May:
Articulate: If I knew how to write poetry
Panic: I’m having a flashback, I’m feeling so low
June:
Over: My heart is so tired of asking
Sabotage: What if I’m determined to fuck it up
Lies: All the men tell me
Protective: When he was still listening
All the Fcukbois: And all the mistakes
Quantum Physics: Mile 13, hiking back towards the ravine
Garbage: I know I’m not perfect
FWBs: He told me I was a good communicator
Not Sex: We both said we were committed
Popular National Park: I’ll be home by pitch black
Brother: When will I write about you
Monroe: You’re so fucking hot, I’ll lick all of your tattoos
July:
Invitation: There’s no need to cry
August:
Rainbow: Violet diamonds
Software: Some people worry that my diagnosis denotes violence
September:
September Poetry Challenge: In Tehachapi, it felt like the wind would blow us off the mountain
Prose Poetry: I wish I could write a poem purely about my love for you
Marianne: Fires lit my dreams
October:
Tools: Summer memories
Single Single: Blood red pain for days
November:
November: Nests peak out from
He Slowed Time: Betrayal turns time upside down
Pat in the Hood: I’d like to think I’m not a liar, but
December:
Mail: When we broke up, I was twenty
Playing in the Rain: Atmospheric river storm