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Monday Poetry Prompt: Late


This week let’s write a late poem. As an habitually early person, it shames me to be a day late with the prompt. Forgive me by posting a poem in the comments below.


21 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Late

  1. “It’s too late for that now.”
    As I tried to engage the rocker switch under C117

    Funny… those were the same words
    She used when
    The unbreakable
    was broken

    The end is the end
    only when
    it is the end

    that are a luxury
    of those who’s time
    may be limited
    but not gone

    But it’s too late for that now

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Chris Clarke | August 24, 2020, 11:45 AM
  2. Late

    Love is worthy of waiting
    All the past tribulation and perseverance
    lead to the great encounter
    Love never arrives late
    as life is never filled with bitter regrets
    it is full of reward for those who seek love

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Cassa Bassa | August 20, 2020, 7:50 PM
  3. Here’s a poem I wrote during the 2013 PAD which applies to this prompt:

    I am an early bird and I am late

    I am not driving an ambulance nor a fire engine. If I am late no one will die, no buildings collapse, no skies fall. Yet I weave through lanes as a snake. I curse my fellow men as obstacles. I panic as though drowning with no time to breathe.

    Only the far reaches of the parking lot have space. Elevators mock my arrival from the highest floor. With apologies readied, I burst into the conference room.


    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | August 18, 2020, 7:26 PM
  4. Temporally Challenged

    I’m late. I’m late,
    for a very important
    and a not important
    meeting, appointment, show,
    pretty much anywhere I have to go
    My friends have to wait
    because my on-time is late.

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by JeanMarie | August 18, 2020, 2:26 PM
  5. Dare I say you’re late?
    But wait oh wait oh wait
    Who am I to judge
    Could’ve given you a nudge
    It happens to the best
    Intentions the greatest
    So worry not my friend
    Next time a hand I’ll lend

    Liked by 2 people

    Posted by Lisa Tomey | August 18, 2020, 7:55 AM

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