Suggestions and poetry to inspire your own creative writing.
Our prompt this week is Faith.
Ruminate on the word faith and see what poem comes forth.
If nothing comes immediately, warm up with a haiku and see where it takes you.
As always, please share your post in the comments, I will be happy to read it and share my thoughts.
With a profound sense of joy
I humbly concede,
I have always gotten more
than everything I need.
Some say it’s the universe
that energetically provides,
others have god or savior
that judges and decides.
Either way we are a speck
though there’s so much we control,
in our vast inner-space
lies the power we all hold.
By fate or freewill,
I choose my attitude.
For all the world offers
I’m choosing gratitude.
I try to live life humble
and understand my place,
as I make my way
on this earthen ball in space.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Receiving.
Our prompt this week is Receiving.
It’s common to write about giving, or things that are wanted, but what about receiving? Write your poem about receiving and see what comes to light.
As always, please share your post in the comments, I will be happy to read it and share my thoughts.
Do you remember any bullies at school?
I do, I was one of them,
taunting and tormenting.
I stayed safe by stealing safety,
life was a zero-sum game.
I remember a boy named Robbie.
One day, I surprised him and shouted.
I chased him because he ran,
with no agenda for when he was caught.
I saw fright when I did,
then touched his nose and walked away.
I wonder what Robbie remembers;
running from a bully, none of it at all?
I no longer play zero-sum games,
the bully in me, wants to give safety to all.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Bullies.
Our prompt this week is Bullies.
Write a poem about a specific bully or bullies in general. Do you have a bully experience or story that can be told in verse?
As always, please share your post in the comments, I will be happy to read it and share my thoughts.
I watch the morning sky turn bright
and full leaf trees welcoming light.
This is the kind of perfect day
that calls to all for frolic and play.
I think of crowds heeding that call,
and just don’t want to deal with it all.
By staying in, what’s to regret,
fond memories I may forget?
In the bitter cold of December,
which summer days will I remember?
If I turn in, and skip the fun,
than today is not likely one.
I could focus on my chores,
or just sit until I get bored.
Is it bad to get my way
and have just one, fully-wasted-day?
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Time Wasted.
Our prompt this week is Time Wasted.
What do you consider wasting time? Are there things that get in the way of what you want to do, or do you find yourself distracted and time just slips by? Write your poem about time wasted or wasting time.
As always, please share your post in the comments, I will be happy to read it and share my thoughts.
Morning,
I stand waiting
for warm affirmation
that I will wake up to the day
ready.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Morning Cinquain.
Our prompt this week is Morning Cinquain.
Write a cinquain about the morning (or take this morning to write any cinquain).
More information on the cinquain form can be found here. I personally like Adelaide Crapsey’s form: 22 syllables distributed among the five lines in a 2, 4, 6, 8, and 2 pattern, respectively.
As always, please share your post in the comments, I will be happy to read it and share my thoughts.
Empty pockets
pressed against his thighs
as he squatted by the curb
with distance in his eyes.
The tattered sign,
made just this morning,
asked for a hand
but others saw warning.
Stay far away!
to them it screamed.
This filthy nightmare
doesn’t fit your dream.
And so the outcast
must play his part
and mine the gutters
while we fill our carts.
We are not equals,
us human beings,
we always have outcasts
on which we lean.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Outcast.
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