March Visual Poetry Prompt

Posted by Bartholomew Barker ⋅ March 3, 2025 ⋅ 17 Comments

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Don’t take this prompt lying down. Post your poem in the comments below.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.

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17 thoughts on “March Visual Poetry Prompt”

Drowning

Drunk in sunshine

and flowered petals

rich, sweet, soft, delicate blooms

my dreams and loves

a million years ago

it all comes back to me

drunk in the sunshine

of me being me

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Posted by DanielleM | March 3, 2025, 8:18 AM

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- Lovely. I especially liked the “drunk in sunshine” repetition. Well done!
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 3, 2025, 7:38 PM
  
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  - Thanks. I appreciate your thoughts, it was a fun prompt.
    
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    Posted by DanielleM | March 4, 2025, 12:23 AM
Vicious Beauty

They look so pretty in a vase,
but don’t walk out among them.
In a horde, they’re cannibals
who’ll eat you into yellow.

Vicious

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Posted by crazy4yarn2 | March 3, 2025, 11:07 AM

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- Ha! Nicely done, Nolcha!
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 3, 2025, 7:40 PM
  
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When Magic Goes Awry (a Limerick)

There once was a wizard whose powers
Went awry in night-time hours.
For he went to his bed,
Cast a spell in his head,
And woke up surrounded by flowers.

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Posted by Dan | March 4, 2025, 8:08 AM

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- Ha! Great limerick, Dan.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 4, 2025, 10:24 PM
  
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A bed of Roses

Roses are considered the most romantic flower.
Within their delicate petals, they contain all the power.

The fragrance so sweet, tender and mild.
A move intended to beguile?

They exude the essence of love.
They are gentle in expression; whereas we tend to shove.

They show sentiments we can’t express in words.
Does it show how special I am to you? Separate from the herds.

Are you saying I am THE natural beauty to thee?
In your eyes, I’m all that you see?

Is this just a ‘romanticized’ gesture?
Questions and feelings to fester?

Delicate
Gentle
Soft
Sweet
Fair

Give me a single rose,
show me you care?

Present me with a dozen roses,
your soul to me, bear?

Lay me down in a bed of rose petals, to prove your devotion to me?
The thicker the layer, the more love I see?

Give me a single rose,
show me that you care.
Give me a single rose,
if you dare.

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Posted by Chico’s Mom | March 4, 2025, 11:23 AM

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- Florid! Nice job with the ending. Thanks for sharing, Jolene!
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 4, 2025, 10:24 PM
  
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  - Thank you 💕 Thank you for the prompt. 🥰
    
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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | March 5, 2025, 7:29 AM
I dreamed a dream
where what was real
and what was not
made no difference
to the scene

But grasped in life
with eyes now open
a magic slab engaged
light streamed
images not constrained

the sharpened edge
of real and not
is now a froth
indiscernible from
the night before

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Posted by Chris Clarke | March 4, 2025, 5:35 PM

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- Very cool take on the image. I especially liked the final stanza. Nice work, Chris.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 4, 2025, 10:20 PM
  
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Obsession

Young flowers hug an old love
Yellow kisses for a weathered ruddy face
Boisterous bisous effulgently played
Daffodils grow shy
falling all over themselves
in a bid to claim their muse.

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Posted by utopicdystopian | March 4, 2026, 10:21 AM

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- A Bonus Poem! Great ending in this one.
  
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  Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 4, 2026, 6:38 PM
  
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