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Monday Poetry Prompt: Born in the…

This week let’s write a Born in the somewhere poem. Replace somewhere with the place you were born and make the poem about being born there. However, I must insist, DO NOT write a Born in the USA poem! It’s been done.

Of course, the somewhere might not be a place at all, if you think about it. The title should grab our attention and the poem should be posted in the comments below.

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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.

Discussion

12 thoughts on “Monday Poetry Prompt: Born in the…

  1. brightstardancing's avatar

    .
    Born in the place
    Where each season’s erased
    Earth’s decors come and go
    Life’s pace set on slow

    This place full of charm
    And a few dairy farms
    Quiet, calm and serene
    Rich with natural scenes

    Like to visit, I do
    Other places, by the slew
    It’s amazing to roam
    But there’s no place like home
    .

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    Posted by brightstardancing | July 13, 2026, 10:54 AM
  2. rugby843's avatar

    Born in a hospital, unlike my three older sisters who were born at home. I never knew the particulars, but knew there were some complications. I left home at 18 so adult conversations about such matters were non existent. The only information I overheard my sisters saying was that mom only had one ovary and that’s why my sisters and I were born so far apart…probably an old wives’ tale.

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    Posted by rugby843 | July 13, 2026, 12:59 PM
  3. Caroline Taelman Jacob's avatar

    I was born during a rare cold wave in France 

    I was born in an icy snow storm 

    I was born in a mid 19th century hospital 

    I was born in the old Roman French capital 

    I was born from a brave and strong woman 

    I was born out of a healthy body 

    That got beaten regularly out of rage 

    I was born a few months after the wedding 

    Of two very young adults 

    I was born the first child and first grandchild

    I was born while my mum grieved her father

    I was born red then yellow then pink 

    I was born light and tall 

    I was born starving for milk and affection

    I was born ready to go back to sleep 

    I was born with a bear twice my size 

    Waiting for me 

    I wasn’t born early enough to prevent 

    My grandmother from killing herself 

    After she met me a couple of times

    I was born two weeks late 

    My due date was new year’s eve 

    I was born after they pulled me out

    With forceps 

    I was born unwillingly 

    I was born out of passion 

    I was born out of violence 

    I was born out of sadness 

    I was born out of hope for a better future 

    Not knowing if I was going to be adored

    Or/and

    Destroyed by love 

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    Posted by Caroline Taelman Jacob | July 24, 2026, 11:14 AM

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