Posts Tagged ‘Poetry prompt’


Ok folks.  I’m trying something new here. So bear with me.  I can’t stop my creative muse, so I’ve come up with a few ideas for prompts.  Poetry prompts of course.  The cool thing about it is, your all invited! 

So my first category is called: Say it with muze(and yes, I misspelled muse intentionally) and the general “style” of prompt, if you will, is the news. One of my favorite pastimes is actually reading the newspaper. In this way we stay informed of events both locally and around the world.  In other words, the prompt will come as it relates to current news topics. Or old ones for that matter. 

So I’ll select something in the news, and you’ll write an awesome poem as your muse pleases. Hence the phrase “Say it with muze”.  Sounds great huh?

My best intentions in doing this; is to first, promote poetry, and provide a positive medium for poets such as yourself.  Are you excited yet?

Feel free to post your poem in the comment section or simply provide a link to your blog.  Also feel free to roam around as much as you like, and please comment on others poems.  It’s much more enjoyable that way isn’t it?  Alright you ready?  Here goes nothin’
(By the way I have other wonderful categories to be announced. So stay tuned).

Prompt 1

Today’s prompt will be on mourning. The world is mourning right now the loss of life in Paris.  I just saw a picture of a young woman from Cal state that is no longer with us.  Such a loss of life.
Personally, I’ve lost my dad, two grandmothers, and another family member within the last five years.
So your poem could be on grieving. The memory of a loved one, a tribute to Paris, or how the world is mourning.  However your muse takes you. 

Please be polite and mindful of others throughout the process. My only requirement is that you say it with muze.  I’ll go first. You ready?


We cherish and embrace,
the sacred memory of those
who were larger than life,
inscribed upon our heart.

The gravity of their love,
stately kindness,
exhibited humanity
from the start.

Although we don
the sadness of this grief;
clad and cloaked in pain,
we will gladly bear their image
upon our souls,
for with us they still remain.

Benjamin Thomas

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I’m strapped in the saddle

Planted SMACK-DAB in the middle!

My heart is swelling quick


I’ve flicked my wrist now watch me twist!


From temptation of taste I did not refrain

but helped myself stick up a fast food chain

cracked wide open a bun and slipped in a dog

and WHOA!  watch me ride this hog!


Ride em’ DOGGIE!


I’m just shy of humility as you can plainly see

but I’ve claimed my dog, defying all gravi-ty!

Somebody quick! Pull the trigger and spray the relish!




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You’re such a spintop–

spinning, spinning

round about your own axis, it seems

impelled by ignorant pride

dispelling everyone, everything

subtracting any losses quickly

reclusive, while putting all things aside

Continually spurning by sheer velocity

of your erratic behaviors unmeasured

the impetus of your words nothing

less than a sting

This heart grown weary of having it’s drawers

pulled open shackled without deposit an account withdrawn

why not water me, with the refreshing essence of your love?

without giving me the rind to cut through

for eternity; months on end, year after year

For housewives fall without affection

like bouncing balls subjected

to the laws of gravity

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There’s no bloom in the garden

There’s no bloom

in the garden


There’s no petal

to choose, to pluck


There’s no charm

for the honey bee


There’s no nectar

to cherish, to suck


There’s none

to dazzle the eye

There’s none to tame the senses


There’s no loveliness

to keep, or garb our fences


There’s no bloom

to find forgiveness


There’s no bloom

to romance the misses


There’s no bloom

to make a supple heart

or find a fresh start


There’s no bloom in the garden…





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Life Hinges

Once a dynamic power
Unhindered, Unlimited
Defiant in will
With no lack of strength
Second to none
And rising above others
Life hinges
Changes direction
Forward to backward
But no change in velocity
Backward, Forward
Forward, Backward
Life hinges
Changes direction
At will
Encumbered by life’s changes
The pace slows
Nearer the end
Until the swing is empty
And the hinge is silent



This poem was intended to mean the course of human life.  Whatever it may be good or bad.  From a ball of energy tornado toddler until the final moment when our swing is vacant and the hinge silent. The moment of our passing. I hate to use the word death. Its such a negative word.   Secondly I would like to dedicate this poem to my father who is presently fighting bone cancer.  His pace is definitely slowing and changing in an undesirable direction for all of us. But whichever direction the swing goes we learn to accept and give thanks for the things we cannot change.

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Disregarded Beauty

Where has your flower gone?
Your grass has withered,
And your flower has fallen off.
Once a beauteous land,
Now a forgotten, trodden ground,
A disregarded beauty.
Who has forsaken you?
Under whose foot have you
Been trampled?

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