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Monday Poetry Prompt: Extinct

This week let’s write an extinct poem. Lots of species have gone extinct and more are every day so feel free to write about that tragedy or maybe write about something less tangible going extinct. Post the end result in the comments below.


About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.


10 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Extinct

  1. The Dodo was a bird
    that we will never see
    When a person is a Dodo
    the stupidity will never go extinct

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by JeanMarie | March 29, 2023, 12:00 AM
  2. I’m a day late and a dollar short. 😊


    Science fiction buff at heart.
    Where do we start?

    At the beginning or the end?
    Into a tail spin should we send?

    The double edge sword; not of metal or of brass.
    But it will kick our collective – – -.

    A.I. will bring about some mighty impressive tools. Surely, it will not be so cruel.

    To bring forth the extinction of human kind.
    Body, soul, and mind.


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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | March 28, 2023, 8:52 AM
  3. He called it the Excelsior Tincture
    One drop of it wipes away all our troubles
    The full bottle eliminates around nine million more
    Its substance is pure advertising, pure hope
    Like snake oil without the snakes and too much oil
    The stuff burns like an undying light
    Emitting terrible fumes even when left in the sun too long
    We could not get enough, and filled
    The remaining storehouses of earth
    With its providential intoxication.
    We called it Extinct for short,
    As we were short on time and more than time.


    Joy to you all. Joy and dust

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by Richard Q | March 27, 2023, 11:19 AM
  4. Shark Stakes

    I have a thing for a good shark steak,
    although it might be a karmic mistake.
    It’s not that hate them, just cause I ate them.
    In fact, if I was a shark, I’d date them,
    but dating a living fossil is gauche,
    so I just enjoy them with buttered brioche.

    I’ve heard that ninety percent of all sharks
    have disappeared lately and buddy that’s dark.
    It happened before in a long ago era,
    but sharks held on like waterproof mascara,
    and here they still are little worse for the wear,
    and perfect with Malbec so why should I care?

    Well if you are curious, come swim with me
    in freshwater lakes and the great salty seas.
    Learn how they clean up the sick and the weakened
    for three hundred dollars per person in season,
    the deadliest animals down deep in the dark,
    swimming right next to delectable sharks.

    Liked by 1 person

    Posted by jonathanbyrdmusic | March 27, 2023, 10:11 AM

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