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Poetry Prompts

Monday Poetry Prompts

2014_12_02_VineGlassWe’ve finally reached the last prompt we will use from the Poetic Asides blog during National Poetry Month. For this prompt, take one of the many words invented by William Shakespeare and make it the title of your poem. Of course, you can always try to use as many Shakespearean words as you can.

Here they are:

academe, accused, addiction, advertising, amazement, arouse, assassination, backing, bandit, bedroom, beached, besmirch, birthplace, blanket, bloodstained, barefaced, blushing, bet, bump, buzzer, caked, cater, champion, circumstantial, cold-blooded, compromise, courtship, countless, critic, dauntless, dawn, deafening, discontent, dishearten, drugged, dwindle, epileptic, equivocal, elbow, excitement, exposure, eyeball, fashionable, fixture, flawed, frugal, generous, gloomy, gossip, gnarled, green-eyed, grovel, gust, hint, hobnob, hurried, impede, impartial, invulnerable, jaded, label, lackluster, laughable, lonely, lower, luggage, lustrous, madcap, majestic, marketable, metamorphize, mimic, monumental, moonbeam, mountaineer, negotiate, noiseless, obscene, obsequiously, ode, olympian, outbreak, panders, pedant, premeditated, puking, radiance, rant, remorseless, savagery, scuffle, secure, skim milk, submerge, summit, swagger, torture, tranquil, undress, unreal, varied, vaulting, worthless, zany


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One thought on “Monday Poetry Prompts

  1. I’m rather proud of mine:

    Tranquil Excitement

    The days are as long as your heels are high.
    I kneel before you, unbuckle, unstrap,
    Undress your tortured feet, soothe with warm strength
    Applied to sole with practiced poetry.

    Unbutton, please, your fashionable blouse,
    So I may relieve your too strained shoulders
    of their oft concealed majestic burdens
    upon them let fall moonbeam radiance.

    Unhurried I arouse hands along legs,
    Look up to see your lustrous blushing eyes
    With tranquil excitement of exposure,
    Whisp’ring at the door to your charged chambers.

    Our courtship ends with one last bedroom flirt
    As I submerge and on you leave your skirt.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Bartholomew Barker | April 27, 2015, 7:13 PM

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