NAPOWRIMO Day #10

Today’s prompt:
Form: Free
Topic: Write about completely missing the point.

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Reminders
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Posted on April 10, 2014, in NaPoWriMo. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Rainbows
    —————

    The colorful creation
    Of teardrop prisms

    Some come alone
    Others come in pairs

    A sign of hope
    The sun will come again

    A sign of adventure
    The pot of gold glimmers afar

    But ultimately
    A sign of promise

    He made a covenant
    To never flood the Earth again

    Rainbows: A sign in the skies

    —————-

  2. —–One Day—–
    I drop little hints and leave little clues

    Sprinkling them around evenly over their heads

    Hoping one day it will penetrate their thick skulls

    That they’ll finally get the point

    They don’t know me at all

    They like me but not who I am inside

    If they could read my mind all would be gone

    That’s why I don’t say a thing

    Only what they want me to say

    One day it may dawn on them that I’m not really what they want me to be

    I’m my own person

    With a mind

    With feelings

    With dreams

    With fantasies

    One day when I’m feeling brave and have nothing to lose

    They’ll finally get it

    They may be shocked

    Maybe angry

    Don’t even tell me sad because they never knew me

    Their eyes will zoom back to the past and gather my little clues

    Including this one

    By the time they see the point I will be long gone

    One day I will fly

  3. (Not following the prompt)

    I have a secret treasure,
    and it tells my secret past.
    No one but me and my mother know,
    of the dangerous secrets it holds.

    When this secret will come out,
    I can’t tell you.
    But I know for sure it’s coming soon.
    It’s all dependent on this little treasure.

    Is it worth it?
    To finally speak our truth?
    It must be,
    because the weight will be gone.

  4. I watch her from across the campus,
    She’s always sitting under that tree.
    Always sitting there – all alone.
    I want to say something, I head towards her

    The bell rings.

    Kids dodge and dip like fish, and I loose her in the wave…
    As school comes to an end, I catch a glimpse of her in the hall
    “Hey, Kara, right?” I smile at her.
    She nods and tries to step around me
    “Wait!” I put my arm out, “I know you’re good at writing,
    And I wanted to know if you can help me with homework tonight.”
    She looks surprised, but we exchange phone numbers.

    I sit in the crowded café, watching all the people.
    “Emma, snap out of it! Are you or are you not coming to Jason’s party?”
    My friend Grace pulls me back to reality
    “Uh, yeah, of course I am.” I reply
    She gives a sigh of relief, “Good, because Jane said that Martha said that,”
    Grace takes a breath and continues, “John might possibly…”
    I listen to her drone on and then I remember, “Wait, Grace…”
    “I can’t come tonight. I’m busy.”

    She asks what in the world would make me busy on a Friday night.
    I smirk, “What? Homework is cool.” She rolls her eyes at me…
    Explaining to her about Kara, she cuts me off.
    “So? Just tell her you guys will do it another night!”
    I shake my head, “Grace, you’re missing the point.”

    My watch beeps – my reminder to meet Kara in the park.
    “Got to go, bye!” I yell at Grace as I step out the door.

  5. I love your poem Alexis!!! 🙂

  6. Missing The Point
    By Hannah Oliver

    When I put my pencil in the sharpener
    And I try to sharpen it
    Sometimes it doesn’t exactly sharpen very well
    I miss the point, the sharp edge
    Instead of getting a nice sharp point it doesn’t always succeed
    So I have to try again

    In life we miss points in other daily things too

    We fail and sin again and again

    I’m so glad that God forgives me every time that I mess up
    And I ‘miss the point;

    I am thrilled that it is by faith alone that gives us salvation and eternal life in Heaven
    It is impossible for one to ‘earn their way there’, because no one is blameless and perfect
    No one, that is, except for Jesus Christ
    God sent His Son Jesus to die for us because He loves us
    He died for our sins and He is perfect
    He loves us
    It is by faith alone
    I sin and ‘miss the points’, the perfection that only He has, in life
    I am so glad that nonetheless God loves me unconditionally

  7. Sorry, I forgot to make it O. instead of Oliver
    You can do the one I will do below it, instead!

  8. Missing The Point
    By Hannah O.

    When I put my pencil in the sharpener
    And I try to sharpen it
    Sometimes it doesn’t exactly sharpen very well
    I miss the point, the sharp edge
    Instead of getting a nice sharp point it doesn’t always succeed
    So I have to try again

    In life we miss points in other daily things too

    We fail and sin again and again

    I’m so glad that God forgives me every time that I mess up
    And I ‘miss the point;

    I am thrilled that it is by faith alone that gives us salvation and eternal life in Heaven
    It is impossible for one to ‘earn their way there’, because no one is blameless and perfect
    No one, that is, except for Jesus Christ
    God sent His Son Jesus to die for us because He loves us
    He died for our sins and He is perfect
    He loves us
    It is by faith alone
    I sin and ‘miss the points’, the perfection that only He has, in life
    I am so glad that nonetheless God loves me unconditionally

  9. -I Do It For Me-
    I curl my hair
    I paint my nails
    I apply my makeup
    and get dressed up

    It’s only for an hour
    I’m just going out
    It’s usual, normal
    I do it every week

    When i spend half the afternoon
    locked away in my room
    getting ready to leave
    And getting dolled up

    They expect it’s for you
    The boy of my dreams
    why else would I get dressed up
    To hang out with my friends?

    This may be a shocker
    All have completely missed the point
    That maybe I don’t dress to impress
    to look good for a boy

    Maybe, just maybe
    I do it for myself
    Because I want to look good
    For no one else
    besides myself.
    Did that ever occur to you?

  10. You’re welcome Alexis!

  11. I didn’t really like this one, but what can you do? Sometimes you’ll write a bad poem…

    They all left the room,
    With sniffles and tears.
    The lecture we heard,
    Had inspired all ears…

    Except mine, you see.
    I just didn’t get
    What was so deep,
    Why with tears I was met.

    “You really don’t get it?”
    Was what they asked me.
    “How can’t you comprehend?”
    “How can you not see?”

    Guess I missed the point,
    The message, the goal.
    There’s nothing to do,
    Ignorance takes its toll!

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