Poetry Word Prompt #2

[Sumyanna]

Here is the second word list prompt. Here are 10 words to inspire your writing. Use them to create anything form of poetry. The main thing is to read something into these words - and let them tell you a story.


thank
blocked
cried
freedom
rhyme
reminder
box
teacher
carefully
light


The minimum word use is set at 3 words. I have found - trying to use as many as I can helps me stretch my writing. It is good practice.

Please post your writing here - so everyone can see what you came up with. Part of the joy in doing this exercise is to see how many different ways these words can take you.

~ Sumyanna

[Sumyanna]

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[Sumyanna]

This is the prompt that I used to write "The Truth Tells Its Own Story."

[Tashi]

This is a bit of free verse or if there is some kind of rhyming scheme then I don't see it, in this standard political protest poem.

Carefully composing and constructing a rhyme
Just as my English teacher taught me at school.
Our marches will be a reminder for those at the top.
You may have blocked our light.
But we won't be put into a box and stopped.
We have our ancestors to thank for fighting
in the name of those who cried "freedom"!

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Nicely played Tashi!

[Sumyanna]

Oh I do love this one. Sorry I got quiet there for a bit. The kids are finishing up the school year and we were trying to get done early. Love where you took the words.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Revisionism

Did I thank you
for the reminder you
so carefully implied,
that night I cried?

As teacher touting
freedom (while box building)
instead of leading
to light

You blocked my way
You broke my rhyme

And I will
never
be the same

[Sumyanna]

Oh wow - fabulous as well. I love how this one tells a story. Wonderful poem.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks Sumyanna. I like the idea of these prompts more and more because the poem sort of takes you where it wants to go (as opposed to starting out with an idea you work everything else around). Fun stuff.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Thanks for the like Tashi. Do you like doing these kinds of prompts? I'm finding it a little challenging, but trust what Sumyanna said about it helping me stretch my boundaries.

[Tashi]

To be honest, I don't do these sorts of challenges enough. I should really because it does challenge me to do write I haven't done before or something that's out of my comfort zone.

[Sumyanna]

I promise they do. It may take time - but I do have to say that you do realize the benefits pretty quickly. When you are able to write about things that you normally wouldn't - then when you write about what is true and heartfelt, it sings more beautifully. I guess it is all in the practice. As with all things - there is great benefit. Hope you find that too.

By the way - I have written (am writing) an online book about writing prompts - to help people see how I do through a writing prompt (whether it be an image or words). I thought I would share in case you think it might benefit you. Here is the link:

https://storybird.com/chapters/finding-the-story/

[RhymeLovingWriter]

I look forward to looking at your book Sumyanna. Thanks for attaching the link!

[Raku]

Spark

Thank you for this little reminder
You really are the perfect teacher
I was once stuck in this dark empty box
But you gave me freedom due to our talks

You carefully filled me with light
and oh wow what a sight
No longer am I blocked in this cage
I can now keep rhythym and rhyme on this stage

Be careful you quickly cried
Yet I don't need to with you as my guide
For now you will have to watch me like a drone
One day though, I will thrive all alone

[Sumyanna]

Wonderful lines! Love how you took this one in a different direction Raku!

[DWAYNE]

CRY FREEDOM

They laid the lash next to the
Shackled necklace
Stained red,
where the last man who sought
Freedom bled
and we could still hear
the ghostly echoes of his pleading
as he cried out
to those whom
were, to mercy,
unacquainted.

And though many shook
beneath the shadow of the
Flagellating reminder,
of he who reached beyond
his ebb,
and stumbled
never again to rise,
the deeds of men
are an uncertain education,
for that, for which, some men,
stands to deter,
hath often left another enticed,
and brutal lessons,
are themselves a teacher,
whom spurs to mettle mustered.

So I,
made darkness my companion,
and found comfort
in the fading light,
then,
armed with stealth
and determined cunning,
slipped inside the cobbler's wagon,
so I,
no less accustomed
to proprietary countenance,
hid carefully inside
the box of cotton.

Then,
I whispered a prayer,
to thank the long-passed fiddler
who spoke
the road to freedom
in rhyme,
and summoned hope
for fortune's favour
as faith blocked doubt
from entering mind.

[Sumyanna]

Wow - I love the style of this one. Love where you took those words DWAYNE.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Awesome job.

[DWAYNE]

Thank you.

Working from prompts is new to me.