Poetry Prompt

Write a Poem About the Changing Seasons, and the Imagery they Invoke

Daffodils, Bluebells, Red Buds, Anemones, Mayapples, Geraniums
Such a season as this, sleepy trees make their buds and awaken.
Roses, Honeysuckle, Squash Flowers, Tiger Lilies, Chicories, 
A beautiful warmth, is Summer, the trees green, oaks, maples, hickories.
Sunflowers, Holly Flowers, Aster Flowers, Hibiscus and then the Phlox finally wilt.
The trees are fire, the junipers and cedars have their berries and sprigs.
Holly Berries, Rose Hips, Bare Trees and Icy Lakes,
There is a cool in winter, the evergreens with white glaze.

Describe a surreal or imaginary place using surreal imagery: The Faerie Wedding

The napkins were velvet,
Bound by strings of pearls
With diamonds sparkling in gold inlay.
The plates porcelain and crystal with gold leaf.
The cutlery vermeil, and supped
On figs, and grapes, and strawberries,
Smoked Salmon and Salami.
Two Eagles, a mating pair
Flew over the feast,
And a mockingbird sung in a cedar.
The children wore their brooch in hair
With diamond crust; the maidens in their silk dress.
The Fairy King, jovial, alighted on every table
To light the incense and off he flew in his three piece suit.
The tea kettle a silver pot, with golden legs...
Ambrosia, nectar, fruits of life.
The fae people, when finished with their meal
Tossed their plates into pits,
Where there, a rainbow fire
Sparkled, and consumed.

Craft a Poem that Explores Love in All its Forms

I enter into you, and feel you.
You feel me inside.
We bear a child,
And we together raise her,
And give her happiness.
Then, when she is grown
We find each other's company
Happy, and are filled with joy.
Then, when one of us dies,
For we will grow old,
We have love enough for everyone we meet.

Write a Tribute to Someone Who has Deeply Influenced My Life

Mr. Neifert, you raised me.
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh.
I have the teeth to prove it.
You kept me sheltered
So I could do something great.
Not so I could conquer worlds
But I conquered myself.

Create a Poem that Captures the Essence of a Favorite Childhood Memory

Pappy, and Grandma, at your house I am safe.
I swim in the shallow pool, I kick my legs:
I am Godzilla fighting a tugboat.
The army men get knocked into the water,
The rubber snake a sea monster
And the rubber shark, too.

Write a Poem About the Beauty of the Night Sky and the Stars

Spring there are no constellations.
David is hidden in the West.
The Triune has yet to appear.
The Virgin and Bear are hid.
Goliath is slain, he does not appear.
Just a void of newness.

Explore the Themes of Resilience and Overcoming Challenges in a Poem

Once upon a time, there was a boy who could imagine anything.
And set to proof, he imagined all he could, and thought,
"I know, I shall make imagination my job."
Thus, he used his imagination every day, all his life.
Yet, there were thieves, robbers, murderers, scounderals
Outlaws, sheriffs, kings, even some gods if you knew
Who were against him in all that he did.
Thus, they came to him, and started altering
His world, just to prevent him from attaining his goal.
They changed his books, they changed his nation's laws
They changed his religion, they even changed the color of his eyes
From blue to green one day---for when he was sad
His seas would turn green, and this was how it was.
Thus, they went to war, just so this boy would be oppressed;
For he could imagine anything, you know?
They were jealous of this ability.
Then, one day, a great army surrounded his city.
And the King of the Army came, with grand pomp and splendor
And said, "Let me see the prince who resides here.
"Let me see him, the one who has caused great calamity upon the Earth."
Thus, they took the boy from his house, and drug him into the streets.
The boy looked guilty in the eyes of all the men who surrounded him
And he finally met his day. Yet, the Boy smiled, and his eyes glistened.
They tortured him for thirty years, in the dungeons of their chambers.
He was sad, pained, in something like hell.
All because he could imagine anything.
And for eternity they tortured him in that dungeon it seemed.
Then they took him out, when he was old and gray
And his visage beautiful.
And they twisted his heart to such evil desires:
And he destroyed all he touched, for they poisoned him with hate.
All because he could imagine anything.
They wanted him to rule the world,
And be strong and a champion.
That they made him, turning his frail body into a chisel.
And he destroyed, from East to West, now the General
Leading the war.
Do you think this just?

Write a Poem Inspired By a Piece of Artwork or Photograph

Little girl, looking up at your grandpa,
As he reads Martyr's Mirror.
His old, Socrates like face,
Bald, and bearded, and gray;
Happy, little cherub look up,
Smartly framed by the book
And his right arm.
Just a cherub face,
So happy. Peace.

Describe a Journey of a River, from its Source to the Sea, using Personification

The great grasshopper dug, fluttering, making Otsego Lake
And there he drug his body down, where another great grasshopper
Dug, from Elmora. The two met in Sunbury, 
The one a male and the other a female.
And there they nested and laid their eggs.
Only one egg survived and hatched, and thus, he also drug his body
Down to the Chesapeake Bay.
A mighty rain came, and filled it all up with water.
And it was called the River of the Muddy People since;
For people lived there, where the three great grasshoppers
Drug their bellies, and carved it out a mile wide;
And the people sloughed through the banks
To make pottery from the Red Clay.

Craft a Poem about the Power and Significance of Words and Language

Modern Mythographers doubt, why do there need to be gods?
Why can't the Greeks and East Indians be seen as fiction?
We have no soul, and no imagination.
Does there need to be belief, to make a mythology?
Or can we just freely create now?
Does every fancy need to become a religion?
Or can we simply live, and understand,
By the power of the tongue?
Know I am a Christian Man, and very European.
I know one myth to be true, but why can't the countless
Others be enjoyed? More importantly,
Why can't the true myths of the world be enjoyed, too?
Can we not understand, even without believing?
For so many believe, without understanding.