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  • Poetry Word Prompt #3

    Here is the third 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.

    forgotten
    umbrella
    explore
    dream
    patience
    lesson
    freckles
    comet
    perfect amber


    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

  • #2
    Stupid, perfect Amber thinks she's so great
    with no freckles on her cheeks,
    making me look like a freak!

    Amber makes the boys' knees go weak
    with hair, body and eyes that's found in a dream.
    I just want to scream!

    So I'll plot a scheme,
    explore ways of exposing her cruelty
    and end her reign of promiscuity.

    Behind all her beauty
    lies a dirty reason for her pride
    not even an umbrella can hide.

    Her ugliness will be shown worldwide!
    Everyone will strike her like a comet,
    her name will make people vomit!

    It'll be great if she'll commit
    to making herself disappear,
    after all she's a disgusting smear.

    When she'll finally die, I will cheer.
    My patience has worn thin.
    I'll teach her a lesson for committing her sin.
    Last edited by Tashi; 05-17-2016, 04:39 PM.

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    • RhymeLovingWriter
      RhymeLovingWriter commented
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      Kudos Tashi - this prompt writing seems to like you!

    • Tashi
      Tashi commented
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      @ RhymeLovingWriter: Thanks! I'm liking these writing challenges as it's allowing me to stretch my imagination to places I've never considered to visit.

    • Sumyanna
      Sumyanna commented
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      No worries Tashi. I think that you should never be forced to use a word - but let the words guide you. Truly, it is more of a spark of imagination. I remember reading a list of words that contained the word pyre. I ended up writing a poem (one of my favorites) about a woman accepting death upon the death of her husband - flaming arrows shooting toward her, but she stood bravely on the pyre next to him. I would NEVER have written such a poem had it not been for the prompt. I do not always use all the words - and even lately I have been brave enough to change them (dances becomes dancing) when I need to. I am learning to let it just get me in the moment of a poem. When I can use all words - yay! And when I cannot, I am sure the poem will sing just as nicely :-) Love the word you forgot though. Too cute!

  • #3
    perfect amber

    Her name was Amber; she was simply perfect.
    With patience to teach the lessons that souls have been earnestly praying for.
    Forgotten dreams; abandoning them to explore the universe beyond their reach.
    Taking with her, a face of careless freckles and her lover's umbrella, willingly bestowed upon her;
    Could it save this perfect one from the fickle comet?
    It could clearly be seen chasing her into her own dark.

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    • Sumyanna
      Sumyanna commented
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      Love this - you took this in a different direction than Tashi did (and I as well). I love the story you tell. Fabulous write!

  • #4
    Thank you Sumyanna ! enjoyed this as much as the one before!!

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    • Sumyanna
      Sumyanna commented
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      I'm so glad. I need to get started on the next list. Finally wrote for this one. Ah, nothing like a little inspiration!

  • #5
    Poetry Word Prompt # 3
    (Shadowed Places)

    It was the last clear night
    before autumn made the roses cower,
    the moon, a perfect amber jewel,
    set within the heavenly crown.

    The wise know
    that time flows in only one direction,
    the sage know
    that time is a fickle friend.

    But I failed to see the lesson in this:
    impending deprivation,
    passions relegated
    to an insatiable dream.

    I held your hand,
    you held the looking glass,
    hoping to catch a comet on its way.
    But the look in your eyes,
    as we sat beneath that umbrella of stars,
    left the previous plans forgotten.

    Your freckles,
    the sprinkled constellation
    of embellished perfection,
    bid me discard the virtue of patience,
    when weighed in the balance
    of a vanishing season,
    as these hands,
    abandoned their innocence
    and dared to explore,
    your shadowed places.
    Last edited by DWAYNE; 05-15-2016, 05:09 PM.

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    • Sumyanna
      Sumyanna commented
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      Absolutely fabulous poem. Truly - amazing write.

  • #6
    DWAYNE you have knocked me out with this; the story, the imagery, the romantic twists.... thank you dear poet!

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    • #7
      ...
      Last edited by Sumyanna; 07-17-2016, 01:10 AM.

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      • Suz-zen
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        I could read this again and again, standing alone:

        Freckled arms outstretched to catch the wind.
        Umbrella raised high -
        I chose to breathe in the scent of summer rains.
        As amber skies slowly crawled toward the edges of night -
        I chose to dream beneath a starlit sky
        And I knew
        I knew - that nothing was perfect

      • Sumyanna
        Sumyanna commented
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        I think a part of us are in every poem we write. This part, is truly me - if I could have wings, I would fly. Oh, I do love this character so :-) Suz-zen

    • #8
      I'm really enjoying seeing the individual creativity that comes from these prompts! Thank you so much Sumyanna - for bringing this to the zone!

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      • Sumyanna
        Sumyanna commented
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        Yes - that was what I wanted everyone to see. We have our own experiences, our own feelings and when we write - it is difficult to completely separate them from us. When given a prompt - we may not write our own story, but we write with what we know, feel, see. It makes it all the more interesting. So glad you are enjoying them RhymeLovingWriter :-)

    • #9
      Sorry for the weirdness, but this is how it flowed out of me... Also you can ignore the fourth stanza if you want, I just wanted to give the poem and ending so I stacked that on

      A Forgotten Dream

      I am forgotten
      Like that once perfect amber now rotten
      Or that umbrella you left behind in a dream
      Where we would explore that endless stream

      Caused by the crash of that talking comet
      A face full of freckles and a lesson he would vomit
      On the importance of patience
      and weep about the warring nations

      We didn't listen
      Instead we liked the friction
      Caused by all this endless drama
      However it caught up to us, our aweful karma

      So here I am fading away
      As the world around us goes grey
      Suddenly the world lets out a crack
      And now everything fades to black
      Last edited by Raku; 05-23-2016, 05:02 PM.

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      • Sumyanna
        Sumyanna commented
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        Oh wow - this is amazing Raku. Really love your write. We often choose drama over the ability to see the truth. Guess it is easier...

      • Raku
        Raku commented
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        I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm gonna share this poem on other sites, and probably publish it in a book one day =)

    • #10
      Why would I mind? I think that is fabulous Raku! This is the whole point- to inspire us to write. You owe me nothing, but if it does get published I would love if you tell me!

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