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November Visual Poetry Prompt

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Post your poem in the comments below before we lose the light.

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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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42 thoughts on “November Visual Poetry Prompt”

  1. Chico’s Mom's avatar

    Hold’em high

    Soldiers march across the great divide, holding up their torches high.
    Fighting back the encompassing night.
    They march shoulder to shoulder, across the sky.
    They cannot win. But still they fight.
    Each year their numbers greater.
    More torches bring more light.
    Some are broken; can’t hold their torches straighter.
    Others march with all their might.
    No rest for the dead, hoisting their mast
    as they hold their torches high.
    Death knows no cast,
    when you meet Davey Jones of the sky.

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    Posted by Chico’s Mom | November 3, 2025, 8:44 AM
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  4. utahan15's avatar

    red s dawn sailor s morning warning

    red s dawn sunset a blessing

    for tomorrow!

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    Posted by utahan15 | November 3, 2025, 1:31 PM
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  5. rugby843's avatar

    blood red clouds

    ominous, frightening

    devil’s work?

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    Posted by rugby843 | November 3, 2025, 2:42 PM
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  6. crazy4yarn2's avatar

    Fading Light

    Autumn wants to fall asleep.
    She closes curtains on the sun.
    I must hurry down this path
    before the darkness haunts me.
    This path is strewn with colored leaves
    that hide the way I’m going.
    The clouds ignore me, they don’t care.
    This is the time of dying.

    Fading Light

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    Posted by crazy4yarn2 | November 3, 2025, 2:56 PM
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  7. Chris Clarke's avatar

    There are no volcanoes
    on this land I live
    no fire fountains
    burning the sky
    blossoms of rock
    shatters of new glass
    raining incandescence
    no blue haze obscures
    my green valley floor
    out my window

    oh but firefall we have
    not pushed off the cliff
    but running rivers
    painting the ceiling
    in undulous vermillion
    no warmth on the day’s last
    downslope breezes
    in the moments of ebb flow
    as the guards switch
    for yet another day

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    Posted by Chris Clarke | November 3, 2025, 5:45 PM
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  8. utopicdystopian's avatar

    Declaration

    At sunsets or sometimes at dawn
    the flesh of the sky glows
    that kind of light which warns
    or warms
    foreboding to some
    comforting to others
    as a billion breaths mingle,
    mix, blend, bless into prayer
    a single keening plea,
    no sounds just loud colors
    forcing life to live…

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    Posted by utopicdystopian | November 4, 2025, 3:13 AM
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  9. utopicdystopian's avatar

    Shadow Love

    Purple is always shadowing the red
    Its way of saying I love you
    across the sky, from inside the clouds
    wisping, wishing, spanning,
    panning gold, copper, sun, light,
    hopes, dreams, prayers, joy
    at last, alas, they last
    only a few moments
    like fireworks of a Godly kind…

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    Posted by utopicdystopian | November 4, 2025, 3:42 AM
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