The Poem Factory

Today’s 3 word poem

(Loneliness, flower, bulldozer)

A flower grew, called loneliness
In a field called despair
A wind called desolation
Whisked leaves into the air
From a tree called silence
Across a river called time
To mountain called sadness
Far and away too high to climb
Then a fish called maybe
Leapt up and caused a splash
A droplet called somehow
Landed on a long eyelash
So a cat called kindness
Rubbed her head against the arm
Of a stranger called compassion
Who awoke and spoke a charm
And a spell called forgiveness
Pulled down hard upon a rope
And the engine started roaring
In a bulldozer called hope
It pushed a soil called friendship
Below the flower and above
Before long there sprang a garden
And the garden’s name was love.

For fun, I ask a friend for three words and write a poem containing them. If you’d like a three word poem, get in touch!

Poem for Maymouse
Using the three words:
‘Trumpet, unconditional, love’

Maymouse tilts her head
And regards the trumpet thoughtfully
Drums her fingers on the table
Then said she, ‘would you mind awfully?

If I took it to a fella who,
Through methods untraditional,
Will tell me all I need to know
For the sale to be unconditional?

You see’, she added earnestly
‘This is a trumpet most unusual
It’s to use in a love potion
Thus my darling to bamboozle

And if the note is sharp or flat
My planned purpose could be sunk
And what a dreadful outcome
If instead of grow; things shrunk!’