Write a poem about someone or something you miss. The fact that you miss this person or thing can be mentioned in the poem or it can be left out.
Category: Poetry Prompts
Portrait of a Poetess
Hair, pinned up tight Binding, curls unyielding Like words, bound in dictionaries Linked chains Weigh heavy On weary shoulders Unabridged; worldly worries She carries Herself, with style and grace No loss for words Draped in the velvety meaning Robes of soft, but solid…
Olé Flamenco Dancer (22nd hour)
Carmen waits for the guitarist to strum and pluck While the other dancers sit Clap Stomp in unison The singer wails *con tanto pasion Egging Carmen on To slam her feet on the platform As she raises her left hand in the air with her…
Rhonda
Rhonda, my love. This dress does you honor. Revealing your soft, alabaster skin The velvet is the perfect foil To you auburn hair. Rhonda, my dear It gives me great pleasure To take you to supper with me Afterwards as we stroll past the shops…
Strong and Silent
A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens. Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain. Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch. She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…
Prompt for Hour Twenty Two
Write an ekphrastic poem to go with this painting.
From A Boys Eyes
I strolled along a crooked road, the journey was so long. I had to pack for 30 days and sang a month of songs. The trees were all so very tall. The sun, it shone so bright. I wasn’t sure I would be found again…
The Elephant in the Room
Silence fills the Courtroom Pregnant with expectation The question has been asked Everyone poised, waiting Waiting for the response. I swear, I take this solemn vow Every word I say is true Though difficult to believe Believe it you must. I speak nothing but the…
Poem no. 19 Lost. In Space.
I hadn’t noticed it before but now I do; this space between us may be tiny – but it’s grown and it’s definitely there. I reached out for your hand some days ago – do you remember? – and found (to my surprise) my fingers…
Exhausted Exhilaration
Body tired Brain stone cold Wired Here we are Longing, dreading Finish line in sight Three more to go High on caffeine And inspiration Music blasting, silently Exhausting, batteries Running on empty Living like renegade Love the underdogs Parade! Parade! Did…