In Case of Gas

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “In Case of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. Possible titles could include “In Case of Emergency,” “In Case of Oversleeping,” “In Case of Snoring,” or something else.

In Case of Gas

do not eat beans.

This was her sage

advise to me.

I merely nodded

as I watched the clock

calculating how late

he’d be and how much

she’d embarrass me

when he knocked.

Bored Poetry

For today’s prompt, write a suffering poem. A person or animal in the poem could be suffering. The poem itself could be suffering.

I tried to  write moving words

instead only bland ones come.

I wished to stir the masses

instead I bore them to tears.

A poet’s life is full of strife

when the muse sleeps-in and

refuses to stir from slumber.

One Night Seeker

Today is a Two-for-Tuesday prompt. Write one of the following (or both):

  • Write a hunter poem.
  • Write a hunted poem.

Lips red, eyes slathered in shadow

a smile practiced in smouldering.

‘The girls’ pushed out, demanding attention

 while all excess smoothed by spandex.

Slipping on stilettos, she slinks

across  purposefully

Preparing a night on the prowl.

Cheesy Goodness

For today’s prompt, write an instructional poem. Your instructional poem could list instructions. Or it could capture an instructional moment.

Two slices,

warm with steam rising,

plump from baking.

Slathered generously

with creamy churned butter,

it sizzles as I place in pan

and top with thickly

sliced Swiss cheese.

Waiting, two sides brown,

ready for devouring.

Failed Impressions

For today’s prompt, write a sevenling poem. Never heard of a sevenling poem? Well, it’s a 7-line poem (chosen because today is the 7th day of the challenge) that features two tercets and a one-liner in the final (third) stanza.

I tried to light a cigarette,

instead I burnt my hand.

It swelled, oozed and seared.


Giggles and cackles erupted

along the wall of cool and hip.

They turned away with sneers,


my attempt to impress a failure.


For today’s prompt, write a post poem. Post could be short for post office–or traditional mail. Post could be a wood or metal post. Or post could mean relate to words like postpone, post-punk, or whatever.

I tried retrieving

my letter, post-haste.

Yet the postman

had already come.

Lamenting my words

I wrung my hands.

Regretting the pouring

of a broken heart.