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    Here is the next 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.


    neck
    spell
    sidewalk
    birth
    street
    welcome
    please
    return
    jagged
    peace


    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
    Giving it a go....

    You got a jagged glass heart
    And it feels like magic as it tears me apart

    I still visit that street where we met
    I still remember all the stars you set

    Aside for a night of peace and quiet
    But we never found one in our amorous riots

    Your lips on my neck turned to teeth
    That sank into flesh you called sweet

    Those sidewalks could talk but they
    Won't ever mention that day

    When your spell shook the sky
    And turned the day to night

    I will welcome my end
    If we never cross again

    From birth to death in an empty hospital
    I never truly knew you; not at all

    If love to loss my heart grows tender
    Please oh please return to sender

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    • MHenry
      MHenry commented
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      Nicely done, Bison!

  • #3
    Sounds like quite the relationship! Nice job on the prompts!

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    • #4
      The Homeless Hippie

      She had peace tattooed on her neck
      A hippie flower child from the 60's
      Now living on the sidewalk near the street
      Where she had given birth to the child
      In whose home she was no longer welcome
      She sat on the curb for a spell, in her jagged skin
      Wishing she could return to the time when she
      Knew how to please others and herself

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      • RhymeLovingWriter
        RhymeLovingWriter commented
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        This is actually a pretty cool poem MHenry.

      • MHenry
        MHenry commented
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        Thank you, RLW, the prompts do serve a purpose.

    • #5
      The thing about prompts...you write stuff you never otherwise would have written. I like that. Thanks for opening my eyes to this delightful exercise, Sumyanna!

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      • Muttado1sb
        Muttado1sb commented
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        They have definitely made me write in different ways then I had. So as MHenry says, thanks, Sumyanna!

    • #6
      This post is now a sticky topic. (Sorry for not doing so earlier, real life things happened.) From here-on out, I will attempt to keep the current prompt as a sticky.
      Last edited by Joe Bobbo; 07-01-2016, 08:28 PM.

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      • Sumyanna
        Sumyanna commented
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        No worries, it seems life has happened to me as well. Am going to post the next prompt (a bit late) been on vacation. Thanks!

    • #7
      Peace

      Peace, what a concept.
      So many places
      where it was not long ago
      and it’s return is wanted.
      So many places
      where it would be welcome,
      even if only for a short spell.
      Because without peace,
      life has become
      jagged for far too many.
      Without peace
      there is little left on the street
      to please far too few.
      Peace should not be
      temporarily otherwise engaged
      but fully engaged
      in the space above our necks.
      We should help peace give birth
      where it is needed
      and return it from
      where it has fled.
      Peace should be
      occupying our sidewalks,
      occupying our neighborhoods
      occupying our world.
      Peace, what a concept.
      Last edited by Muttado1sb; 07-03-2016, 11:36 AM.

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      • Sumyanna
        Sumyanna commented
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        What a sorrowful, heartfelt write. Yes - peace should. Truly a beautiful poem Muttado1sb

    • #8
      The Kindness of Strangers

      Hello
      welcome to my haven
      Please
      sit a spell

      You look tense,
      as if your day was filled
      with barbed, jagged challenges

      Let me rub your neck,
      perhaps your feet as well

      The street is no place
      to find peace;

      Return to busted, broken sidewalk
      may yet prove to obscure evidence
      of your birth

      Wouldn't you rather be known
      even casually

      If only for a spell?


      (c) RhymeLovingWriter 2016

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      • #9



        I sit alone on the sidewalk

        I rub my finger on the jagged edge of a rock

        I throw the rock back onto the
        street

        I let it return back in peace

        I ponder my life, it's jagged edges

        I think of all the different pledges

        I wish the daughter I did Birth to return back home

        I say please come back to where the horses roam

        I will
        welcome You without regret

        I will not try to strangle your
        neck

        do I need spell it out

        ​​​​​​​Or will you leave me to pout

        ​​

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        • RhymeLovingWriter
          RhymeLovingWriter commented
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          How do you like the prompt format PoetryBree? Good job on this one!

        • PoetryBree
          PoetryBree commented
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          I like it...I am trying to learn how to write better from it...usually when I write I am struck with inspiration so it's a bit different.

      • #10
        My neck has a spell, i fall to the sidewalk.
        My birth was on a street.
        God said "welcome and please, wait for my return.
        I am jagged and in peace."

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        • #11
          Sorry that I'm almost a year late... Again, great prompts that really served to spark my creativity!

          She clasps her silver locket ‘round her neck
          And pulls a hood over her silky hair
          Then slips through deadened hall, down crumbled stair
          Until her face is greeted by night air

          A tear grows in her heart to see her land
          So torn by bloodshed, under Ares’ spell
          With ev’ry loyal sidewalk trembling
          Beneath each marching footstep, angered, fell

          Is this the glorious country of her birth?
          Now all is fallen to decay and ruin
          Tall figures clad in black patrol each street
          Unmindful of the stiffened forms there strewn

          ‘Any sight but this would welcome be!’
          She sighs and shivers, not from wind or cold
          Please give me back the city that I loved
          Return to us our freedom as of old.’

          And as she stands there, silent and alone
          She takes her locket off, the ancient charm
          For legend said it granted any wish
          To those who wished for good and not for harm

          With jagged breath, for fear the tales lied,
          She lifts the locket’s lid; all noises cease
          And in the hush, as light bursts from its depths,
          She whispers to the night, ‘I wish for peace…’

          THE END?

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          • #12
            This is a jagged spell
            That I know so painfully well
            The sidewalk left to simmer
            While the street cause bare feet to blister

            Sweat continuously runs down the neck
            Scorching weather makes going outside a treck
            Steam will soon give birth to clouds
            A welcome change for our weary crowds

            So please bear with the ghastly weather
            Keep the peace though your emotions may stir
            Soon the rain will return
            And wash away our concern

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            • #13
              I was finally able to use the editor to highlight the words! Lol! I had problems before! The system flagged the previous entry as spam and saved it for review by moderator but would not allow it to be posted. So I re-posted it The previous entries of this poem here should be deleted!

              THE JAGGED EDGE

              I was walking down ---- the street one day
              It was a neighborhood ----- I knew well
              I found a neaby ------ bus stop bench
              and I thought I would ------ rest a spell

              This neighborhood was ----- my childhood home
              and I never thought----- I would return
              This is where Life ------ had taught me Death
              and other lessons ------ I would learn

              I thought about ----- my wretched life
              and the circumstances -------- of my birth
              and I wondered about -------- the reasons why
              I was placed here ------- on this Earth

              Then growing up through the sidewalk
              was a dandelion weed
              Its flower ----- was a puff of gray
              for it had already----- gone to seed

              I plucked the stem ----- and made a wish
              I thought of Prosperity, Health ----- and Peace
              I wished Happiness would spread ------ around the world
              and that all ------- these wars would cease

              And just to make ------ my wish come true
              Or, just to put ------- my mind at ease
              I looked up to the sky ------ and said
              a very humble ------- "Please"

              I started walking toward ------ the local bar
              It was called ----- the Jagged Edge
              It was where I changed ------ my life one day
              and I made ----- a solemn pledge

              Back then ------ my life was miserable
              and I was ------- a nervous wreck
              And I felt ------ as if the world was just
              a noose around my neck

              But then one night
              at the Jagged Edge
              I met a young man
              who taught me this pledge:

              I pledge to be Honest
              I pledge to be Kind
              I pledge not to be Angry
              and try to find
              a higher purpose
              to use my mind

              I pledge to be Happy
              And try not to be Sad
              I pledge to do Good
              and try not to be Bad

              I pledge to bring Light
              to the darkest of places
              And I pledge to make room
              in the tightest of spaces

              I pledge to do
              the very best that I can
              And I promise to be
              a much better man

              Yes ---- I try to live my life
              by this solemn pledge
              A pledge I made ----- one night down at
              a bar ----- the Jagged Edge

              Well ----- I arrived at the bar
              which wasn't that far
              And when I looked at the sky
              I saw a bright star

              Then ---- I was suddenly greeted
              by a rather large ---- alley cat
              and "Welcome" ----- was clearly printed
              upon ----- the front doormat

              Well ----- I cautiously opened the door
              I saw mugs ------ full of beer and foam!
              And all of my friends ------ were shouting at me
              "Hey, Buddy! ------- Welcome Home!"
              Last edited by Rhymeboy; 01-01-2018, 06:19 PM.

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              • #14
                your blog is amazing! I love how many different types of poems can be made with all the prompts you post

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