Home stretch now! Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves.
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Before Dawn
Before Dawn Your worries, a mansion too high for me to glide over without wings. I would have stolen you and slay whatever stays our way to wedge us for loneliness to stitch its venom into us again. How can you be alone in these…
Haiku in Blue
We move with the waves We are many we are one Unity means strength
8. Emoji Poetry
Emoji Poetry I pray for respect love and freedom While the world celebrates victory, I hold my forehead in shame. The UK is banning the US. Parties are no longer condoned. It is as if we look at the milky way with sunglasses on still…
The World’s an Ashtray – hour 22, prompt 22
The world’s a giant, sooty ashtray holes in walls, with smoke-black stains our sins, the earth’s full burning pain the trash, we dump in bucket loads glass on sidewalks and crushed in roads they cut the ground with fractured nodes each hole spies a different…
Prompt 22: Up Past the Dawn
This used to be a street with a bakery. He had a vaudeville memory, it embarassed him to keep hunting when he knew he’d only have to turn around and wait for transport, defeated again. What progress was this?…
4th in Fresno
Its Mamo’s birthday Sidewalks are fry an egg hot Her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren are all in the spot Lighter fluid squirts over charcoals like a super soaker Flames dance around the bars of the grill Lemons from the tree in the back yard…
Hour 22; Prompt 22: For Every Lock; A Key
They named is Keyhole Rock A formation thousands, maybe millions of years old At certain times of the day, sunlight shines through Revealing an inner chamber But that chamber lasts for but a few moments If you walk inside You are met with Some say…
The Wall
A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they…
Prompt 22 ~ Post # 22 ~Called To Write
I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site. I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…