#Poetry Prompt

[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game!

October 2024 Edition:

The rules are as follows: write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but, unless stated, is not limited to the following in order:

A body of water

A geometric shape

A type of cloud

Something you find in the bathroom

The word: susurrus

Free line, use however you like

Any idyllic place

A metaphor using any fruit

A type of dance

The word: perfect

Title of any song you like

Have fun!

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[grimfox]

hello, fellow travelers.

i have a poetry prompt for you:

the spirit world

reblog with your original poetry.

have a good early October everyone.

[boldweepy]

poem recipe!

ingredients:

these words - exhale, liquefy, apology

present tense

a mention of fungi/spores/shrooms etc.

directions:

make a brain dump for what those three words stir up in you. can you connect any of the feelings/images, even by a thread? (For example, when I apologize, I often feel physically weakened. Like the state of me changes in real time with my words. From solid to liquid...)

Use the tense to your advantage - I find that present tense helps me expand on the atmosphere in my poetry, allowing me to take a break from the "plot". Others will want to describe actions and compelling forces in real time, it's up to you!

i highly suggest spending like 20 minutes watching a fungi documentary video or just scrolling through pics of those fuckers beforehand, because that shit is inspiring when nothing else is. You can write a poem to a mushroom. Or about a mushroom. Or about the imagined experience of floating from shroom to shroom on their spores like a magic carpet. Whatever floats your boat.

and, if you're going to follow this recipe, please feel welcome to share with the class! :)

+ + also pls let me know if you'd like these poem recipes to be more/less specific and structured in the future because I had a lot of fun making this.

[senlair]

All This Time.

I was going through random, unknown songs, Tunes I don’t know, tunes a computer thinks I would like... Does the computer know me better than I know myself? Does the computer write my poetry, not me? A song named "All This Time," an old, emotional, teenage one a song I would have liked when I was rebellious. But not anymore, because I'm tired. The title hit me in the face: All this time. All this time... I listened to the song, wishing the lyrics matched the ones I had printed in my head, but they didn't. Maybe it was a song I was meant to write and publish, Something that was meant to be a sign. Sometimes I wonder: would it be public humiliation if I self publish my writings? Should someone do it for me so I don't feel it? Should I go anonymous?

But I like the attention, positive or negative. All this time. All those nights. All those words. All those songs, all of you, and... none of me. It's a lot of time really, it is but I didn't realize it until now.

All this time, my heart crying for the unknown, Wanting something to want it, not knowing whether it would be good or not. Maybe that's life: we want things. Maybe all the things I ever wanted were as cruel as you, and maybe I'm a true masochist and should accept it. I do accept it; it's bittersweet anyway. All this time, all this time. Does the song have to be this bad? Is my destiny cursed and doomed? All this time, thinking about you, caring about you. All this time, it feels like a decade... A month or two summed up by me just thinking about you

All this time. Maybe I should've done what I always do: let you go far with everything you want.

That's the only way I keep the men I ever want. All this time. All this time.

- S.D

[lorienfae]

Typewriter, aged, its peeling sighs fall semi corporeal upon a daze of paper and time

half printed, half phantom

not unlike our being in this dominion of longing and feeling, senses

that ripple, faces and that soporific taste of lilting summer sun.

© Anna S. 2024 // @nosebleedclub prompt#9

[isiaiowin]

GOetry - A Patchwork of Prophecies: Celebrating 100 GOems

Welcome to GOetry! A weekly poetry club.

Every Monday, you'll receive a new poetry prompt and have until the following Monday to submit your poetic creations. Come join the fun! Post your finished work under the #GOetry and tag me @isiaiowin so I can see your work. Thank you so much to everyone who participated last week and surprised many artists with poetry inspired by their work! Amazing to see so much love shared.

This week’s prompt:

We have something to celebrate this week—over 100 poetry works have been added to the GOems collection on AO3!

In honour of this milestone, we're crafting Cento poems using lines from the Good Omens book or the Bible. I'd love to see poems that are at least 100 words long.

What is a Cento poem?

A Cento, from the Latin word for "patchwork garment," is a poem composed entirely of verses or passages from other authors' works.

Example:

New york times

And most of all: Have fun!

~Moon

@goodomensafterdark

[whickberstreetwriters]

Five Words Friday: a Good Omens Poetry Prompt Challenge!

In the Whickber Street Writers Association discord, we've recently been putting together some poetry prompts.

The idea for this challenge is that our members suggest and vote for 5 words that everyone can then write a Good Omens-themed poem about.

If you'd also like to take part, the words for this week are:

Ink

Feral

Hunger

Dew

Wanton

How to take part:

This challenge runs until Friday 13th September (at the moment, we're running this challenge every 2 weeks)

You can decide if you want to use all the words or just some - we want people to have fun with this, so we're not going to make it a rule to use all of them if you don't want to

Format/structure is also up to you! Freeform, nonets, haikus, couplets, odes - whatever appeals most. The idea is for folks to feel inspired creatively, and there are lots of possibilities out there. You may find this helpful for some ideas

If you choose to post online, feel free to tag us! We'd love to see what the fandom comes up with and to reblog it too 💜 Have fun!

[merakiione]

disgraced cosmonaut

(ione meraki 2024)

[angie-words]

A cinquain for one of the @aug-kissed prompts this week 💜

Goodnight Kiss

We walk

through moon-cast halls

of the home we have won

Bedroom lamplight kisses you as

I do

[smittenbypoetry]

Poetry Game!

November 2024 Edition:

The rules are as follows: write an eleven line poem. Each respective line includes, but, unless stated, is not limited to the following in order:

Motion

Pertains to 'talking'

Something you find in the sky

Free line, use however you like

The word: energy

Reference a part of your morning routine

The word: orbit

Consists of one word only

Must start with: And we all

Must start with: Because

Repeat what you wrote after 'Because' in line 10

Have fun!

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[grimfox]

hello creepy-crawlies,

it will soon be October, and i...

well, i can't wait any longer.

here's your poetry prompt:

haunted

reblog ONLY with original poetry.

wishing you all a safe and spooky October,

-grim

[sleepyowlwrites]

writing prompts! all about sleep edition

and it troubled me and worried my sleep

but for the faces I saw in my half-sleep

do the stars retreat behind the blue to sleep in their ocean beds?

life is more than words spoken in your sleep

too old to move, too young to sleep

I need an avalanche to wake me from this sleep

I don't mind a little swimming if it helps you sleep

sleep is just my nemesis of sorts, something I chase without reprieve

I'll sleep again knowing I can't hide my guilt

I sent you sunflowers, will you sing me to sleep?

I can hardly dream if I don't sleep

what elixir are we drinking tonight? will it help us sleep while our eyes are open wide?

we must be quiet because the monsters are sleeping

winter was ages ago. I'm still sleeping it off

the quiet of a sleeping house

they say go to sleep, that sleeping is a must

if I stitched your constellations to the quilt of my night sky, would you watch over me as I slept?

he never had a body but he slept beside me on the bed

I emptied my intentions into the lake where I slept

and as I slept, I dreamed

while you're sleeping I am waiting for your lungs disappear

the city sleeps behind us in the rearview mirror

I'm holding onto the gravity before sleep can claim my soul

there's an empty bit of sorrow when sleep arrives to take its toll

and when I sleep beside you there is nothing left to fear

[loviely]

poetry prompt: it's been three years and i'm dreaming about kissing you again

@moonbirb

[rosewritingprompts]

Would you mind making a poetry prompt list?

Something out of reach

Message from the dead

What you hear on the radio

The land you call home

Above the ground

People you don't know anymore

A collection of items

Waiting and waiting

A pair of old shoes

Behind a lock

Stained glass windows

The time of day

Going upstairs

Leftover dreams

Broken compass

[isiaiowin]

GOetry Monday: Espinelas

Welcome to GOetry! A weekly poetry club.

Every Monday, you'll receive a new poetry prompt and have until the following Monday to submit your poetic creations. Come join the fun! Post your finished work under the #GOetry and tag me @isiaiowin so I can see your work.

The concrete poems from last week were so much fun to see! I loved all the creativity. Really well done, everyone! Thank you for participating and sharing your work.

The prompt of this week:

Form: Espinela

Word: Speechless

What is an Espinela poem:

An espinela is a traditional Spanish poetic form named after its creator, the poet Vicente Espinel. The structure of an espinela consists of ten lines, known as a décima, divided into two stanzas, with a specific rhyme scheme and syllable count.

First stanza has four lines. (rhyming scheme is ABBA)

Second stanza has six lines. (rhyming scheme is ACCDDC)

Eight syllables per line.

Example:

Indulge to Bulge - Ronovan Hester

Blissful longing of butter fat, Floating above the sea of blame Renders worthy of the blue flame. What’s now a spare tire, once was flat. Crying for more from the spoiled brat, Brings forth the lazy quelling hands. Then blames the obese on lax glands. Fail to heed the words of the wise Leads to chaffed thighs or heart that dies. Toss the flans, cans, and frying pans.

I'm looking forward to seeing all your work, but most of all, have fun! ~Moon 💚

@goodomensafterdark

[lorienfae]

For an anonymous prompt: "I nearly opened a box that said 'I love you' "

~

Drifting thoughts, whispers through the rain-drenched air today, sift like light

below the surface of seawater

undulating, a voice

glides across my sentience (words, echoes, senses, it's all a shade, a shape of matter swirled and woven into an essence, a being, you

in your effervescent heartbeat)...

What does it say about me if I keep finding your face contoured in the pareidolia of waves as they murmur over the sand? The surf and I, intertwining senses.

Maybe the consciousness billows in space like ribboned kelp in the murky ocean depths, humming frequencies, a cosmic whale song,

our hearts

like some sort of cohesion;

heartshapes in sand, words etched roughly, and my fingers call out to reach, to feel, to know,

yet we sift through this distance like light through the water surface, echoing, glimmers, and somewhere in the comfort of my ventricles, the feeling lingers — I love you.

© Anna S. 2024