For today’s prompt, pick a season (any season) and make it the title of your poem; then, write your poem.
Spring Forward
Though only a hour
I miss you.
Billowy pillows
of my bed,
tenderly whisper
but alas, I
must ignore their call.
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Something (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem.
Something Fishy
Trouble’s a-brewing
I can taste it in the air.
Storm clouds forming,
grey angry fury
ready to rain down
on me.
For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Let’s (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write your poem.
“Let’s Drink Moonshine”
and get naked.
Dance under stars
and howl at the moon.
Kiss, hold hands
then boogie ’till
the sun comes up.
Day 7: For this week’s prompt, change the title of a book (that you may or may not like), make that the title of your poem, and then write your poem.
Blubbering Heights
Oh, Catherine
your whine doth
make thine ears bleed.
Mine heart trembles
to hear thy screeches
upon the moors.
Whence I attempt to hide
beneath tall grasses,
yet time and time again
you find me.
Bitter tears I shed
for your grappling paw
knows no bounds,
no shame
and you laugh
when I call the hounds.
For today’s prompt, use the following five words in your poem: slash, button, mask, strap, and balloon.
Splish splash,
I’ve got a mask
immersing into depths
of an air balloon.
Maniacal laughter
I skip as I slash
with buttons collecting
like trophies at my feet.
A wasteland of material,
I strap frenzied cut strips
and yell giddy-yup
as sirens wail too late.
(Note to Self: Something feels off about rhythm of poem- look at when I go back for revisions.)
Write a poem about something before your time:
Attagirl, bearcat.
Flashing those gams
as you get your wiggle on.
I bet you’re the bee’s knees
to all those flyboys
as they chug their hooch
and inhale those ciggies.
This is a “catch-up” for the poetry challenge:
Day 1: Write a communication poem
Pen and paper,
dinosaurs
of communication.
Yet when I read your
tender words, written
in barely legible scratch,
my heart’s transformed
into a gooey mass.
Day 2: Write a poem about visitors.
Unexpected visitors,
In theory should be fun.
It could a million dollars
Or a handsome prince.
But alas, no, usually
It sucks.
That unexpected knock
Makes my spine limp as noodles
Boiled too long
and left for hours to simmer.
Yet I must answer
false face full of cheer,
or else I’ll be considered a 1st class twat.
Oh the audacity of these
Inconsiderate rouges!
If I had my way,
I’d not mow my lawn
and let loose angry badgers
to nip at their ankles.
Or better yet,
Scare them forever away.
Day 3: Write either an apology or unapologetic poem
I’d Say I’m Sorry but I’m Not
You’re a two-timing louse
Infected with fleas,
in need of a neutering.
I hope you now know;
Never cross a girl
who’s an expert
in Photoshop.
Day 4: Use the phrase 100%______ for the tittle of your poem.
100% Decaf
Who dares infiltrate my cabinetry?
Placing this villainous imposter,
the scourge of tempered beans,
within my arms reach?
A saboteur of my morning ritual,
who mocks with its successful deceit,
thus rendering me unable to seize the day.
