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Monday Poetry Prompt: Detail, Early, Telephone

This week let’s write a poem with the words detail, early and telephone in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Peacemaker

This week let’s write a peacemaker poem. Peace, like poetry, is hard work. If it were easy, there wouldn’t be so many wars. Post your piece in the comments below.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Back to School

This week let’s write a back to school poem. It could be from the point of view of a student, a teacher, a parent, the school, whatever this awful time of year evokes. Post your poem in the comments below before I send you to the principal’s office.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Finger, Forward, God

This week let’s write a poem with the words finger, forward and god in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Repetition

This week let’s write a repetition poem. It could about something that repeats or it could use the poetic device. It could even be both. Post your repetitive poem in the comments below. But only once.

August Visual Poetry Prompt

Take a leap with this prompt and post your poem in the comments below.

Monday Poetry Prompt: Containers

This week let’s write a poem where you employ a simile which involves a container. The first one that sprang to my mind was “dumb as a box of rocks”. Obviously, stretch your imagination and come up with something so startling new yet obvious that it’ll just become part of the language then share your … Continue reading

Monday Poetry Prompt: Thunderstorm

This week let’s write a thunderstorm poem. It’s that time of the year, at least here in the northern hemisphere, where thunderstorms blow up in the late afternoon of hot summer days. Let’s celebrate them even if they leave our poor little furry friends a frightened mess. Post your anti-astraphobic poem in the comments below.

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