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on-poetry · 25 days

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30 Prompts for NaPoWriMo

Taken from my article on having a successful NaPoWriMo :)

Write about an object that has a lot of nostalgic value for you. As a bonus challenge, try to write about this object without directly stating what it is in your poem.

Write a poem about your hometown: how you feel about it, the connection you have to it, how it has shaped you (for better or worse).

Collect scraps of “junk writing”—spam mail, credit card bills, newspaper clippings, billboard text, etc. Stitch those texts together into a poem.

Write a poem about a piece of clothing that reflects something important or essential about who you are as a person.

Find something dark and hidden inside your brain, your body, your heart. Shine a light on it. What do you see?

Think of a memory where the details aren’t clear. Fill in the details in a poem.

It’s spring! Write about coming out of a long hibernation—either literal or metaphorical.

Flash of lightning. Crack of the baseball bat. Stoplight turns green. Write about a time when a seemingly mundane event created a stroke of inspiration.

You look into the lens of something—a camera, a telescope, a pair of binoculars, etc.—and something strange peers back at you. What do you see?

Write about an event that you might interpret as a sign from a higher power. This higher power could be a god, aliens, the universe, etc.

Write a poem in which two people begin as lovers and end as enemies. OR the other way around.

Write a poem about what keeps you warm. Perhaps it’s a hot cup of tea, the glow of a happy memory, or the light at the end of the tunnel.

Write a poem that involves diametrically opposing views about something simple. For example, two people might bicker over the proper way to brew coffee, or whether a hotdog is a sandwich.

What do you see in the mirror? Write a “self-portrait” poem.

Spend some time listening to other people talk. It can be in a public space, a voice on the radio or TV, or outside listening to your neighbors. (Just don’t get caught!) Use a line from someone else’s conversation as the starting place for a poem.

Write about two opposing yet co-existing realities.

Write about an important realization you had, at a time when you felt particularly alone.

What’s something you’ve seen hundreds, even thousands of times, but has never lost its beauty? Write an ode to this thing’s beauty.

“Apophenia” is the human tendency to see patterns in random information. Write a poem about patterns that seem to be connected, even if they’re completely random.

Write a poem in the form of a letter, addressed to a specific person.

Write a poem from the perspective of a detective. They’re not solving crime, necessarily—you might write about a detective for lost things, for past emotions, for new opportunities, etc.

Explain something to a younger version of yourself. How to survive heartbreak, solve differential equations, drive, avoid bad people, etc.

Write about a mundane task that (secretly) doubles as a magical ritual.

Smells are one of the most powerful triggers for memory. They also make for impactful imagery. Write a poem that begins with a smell. Let the smell waft into memory, then write from there.

Write a poem that uses all of these words: chartreuse, guide, safe, sweat, wall, presentation, manor, perfume.

Close your eyes, flip through a poetry book, and put your finger on a page. Whatever word you’re pointing at, use it as a title for your poem, and write from there.

Write a poem about family traditions: keeping them, breaking them, or anything else you can do with them.

Write a poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards.

Write a poem inspired a certain genre of music. Try to write in the style of that genre—for example, pop is rhythmic, rock alternates in staccatos and riffs, etc. (You might be interested in Jazz Poetry for inspiration. Learn about it here.)

“If _______ didn’t exist for a day.” Fill in the blank, and write about the results of something not existing – but only for 24 hours.

#napowrimo #national poetry month #national poetry writing month #poetry #writing prompts

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env0writes · 20 days

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.2.24 “Will I Remember This Time“

There were not enough moments Captured in sand-grain, steel-handed Red-light-digital-clocked moments To which I told you (all) I loved you Those moments, seconds, minutes, hours, days Passed At last, these days I never told you (all) I loved you Will I recall If you Recall To say to you (all) I love you Although you’re far and plenty few I try to say, to show, I love you

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jasminesuntrell · 7 days

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No More Fucking Butterflies (19/30)

I have decided the next man I meet who makes me nervous is getting blocked, walked away from- I'll run if I have to. No conversation, no glances, no more whirlwind romances, I'm not giving chances. I'm through.

Who the hell decided butterflies in the tummy was something to romanticize in the first place? For me, I think it's my body trying to tell me to get as far as I can from this demonic creature who will only cause me harm but I kept thinking it's a good thing if his presence can make me stumble over words.

Hell no.

Neutrality is the way to go. The man you're mostly unaware of until he gives you good reasons to be. The one who doesn’t prey on the unbalanced chemical reaction that happens when you lay eyes on him.

And maybe the love story won't be the stuff of an indie romance film but it will be stable and real. It won't give you more material from which to heal. It will provide you with bliss more enduring than the intoxications of fleeting butterflies.

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shloks23 · 23 days

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April 4

across the dotted line 99 seconds to anything else

Source: A blackout culled from p. 23 of The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon.

#found poetry #vispo #thepoeming #napowrimo 2024 #national poetry writing month #blackout poetry #30 poems in 30 days

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stuffydollband · 7 days

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Be kinder and more normal about @taylorswift , a confirmed human being just like the rest of us.

Sonnet For Taylor Swift

I think that you are going to kill her

And strip her corpse for it’s component parts

You’re the problem and the spilt milk spiller

You know money don’t fix the feint of hearts

The old formula is near obsolete

Virgins refusing to be sacrificed

It wasn’t for the volcanoes to eat

For the people, no other food sufficed

So you try and try again to offer

A body that never belonged to you

Hoping her hot blood will fill your coffers

Nothing but the old bleak cycle will do

Too many contemporaries buried

Shame on successful women, unmarried

#poem #poetry #poems and poetry #napowrimo #national poetry writing month #sonnet #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #original poetry #original poem

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awyldepoetry · 16 days

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Unaware

I take something from the pulling, yearning revel in the tacitly moving toward and unaware, you cannot reciprocate But you’re no longer unaware

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A. Wylde

April 10th, 2024 NaPoWriMo 10/30

#poem #poetry #napowrimo #napowrimo24 #national poetry writing month #a wylde

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witherbee · 17 days

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my partner and i witnessed a really bad car crash yesterday while walking. at first we were the only people present and had to jump into action. i’m so fucking tired of entitled, reckless drivers. i’m tired of the negligence. i’m tired of the blatant and consistent disregard for other people, even the people in one’s own car. i’m tired and i’m angry. so genuinely angry.

i’ve been participating in NaPoWriMo and angrily wrote this before bed, while still feeling pretty shaken up. i thought my anger was maybe worth sharing.

#i realize it really isn’t that good #but i want to be brave about it #i never share my poetry and i’m feeling really proud that i’ve written so consistently so far #i only missed one day because i was sick!#that’s 8 new poems for me! wow!#molly what the fuck are you on about?#poetry #poems #napowrimo #national poetry month #national poetry writing month #car crash #car accident #writing

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thebookraven · 21 days

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#book blogger #bookblr #books #book reviewer #book lover #writers and poets #national poetry writing month #poetblr #poetry prompts #poets on tumblr #writer #writing prompt #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #national poetry month

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velveteenerabbit · 22 days

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poetry month day 4: jormungandr / the world serpent

#not funny. didn’t laugh.#my writing #poetry #my poetry #spilled ink #poem #national poem writing month #national poetry month #national poetry writing month #napowrimo #to be clear it’s supposed to be split #‘please let me understand what i am / repeating myself infinitely’#but it’s also all supposed to bleed into each other so

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thecatsgravewrites · 25 days

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If anyone is doing NaPoWriMo and would like to share prompts/progress, hit me up! 🫶🏼

#national poetry writing month #napowrimo #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writer #bipoc writer #queer writer #poetry #poems

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adreamingskin · 1 month

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Poetry Competitions, Submissions & Opportunities – MARCH 2024

Spring is here and with it (finally) over 150 poetry competitions, writing submissions and opportunities open or with deadlines in March 2024.For the first half of this month I was in autistic shutdown due to a very difficult personal situation that is coming to a head this week after 16 years. I am hopeful that this release will remove significant stress from my life and allow me to give time,…

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salovie · 1 year

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Can you read the clouds?

Our blueprint is all sky and

my head’s too near the ground.

#poetry #national poetry writing month #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo 2023 #prompt: write a poem inspired by a book cover #I went with the book I’m currently reading which is The Fine Print by Lauren Asher #honestly not super into it but the colors of the cover were stuck in my head for this #it’s sort of a senryu but not exactly #didn’t want to sacrifice flow for syllables sake you know how it is

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env0writes · 10 days

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 4.14.24 “What Good is "If" "

If I forget to do it If I do it because If not now then when If not me then who If not this then what? If I forget again, will you remind me If I fall will you help me up If everything repeats itself again If a stone becomes a club If a club chips to a spear If a spear is used to hunt If the hunt is used to kill If I keep going on and on If the world keeps spinning on and on If you forgot to breathe and I forgot to breathe If we gave peace a chance If we found way to agree on the what and the why If not the how If it gets done, it’s because of me If it doesn’t it is still because of me If you stay I will smile If you leave I will smile, after a long while If If is enough If is hope If is opportunity If I make it If I try If I work hard enough, be strong enough If If carries me on the wax-feathered wings If is somebody If is nobody If will leave me blinded and stranded on an island If is a journey of mind and body If I forget If you will be there at the end of it all

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jasminesuntrell · 4 days

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Mycophobia Pt. III (22/30)

In March I told a man I was terrified of mushrooms and because I've come to realize people really love mushrooms, I hastily explained that the fear is rooted in my obsession and severe trauma surrounding death and that, I view mushrooms as the product of death. He probed more and eventually I let it slip that I feel that I am essentially a mushroom and really I'm terrified of myself- a creature who thrives in darkness and only exists because of death.

And he said but mushrooms live. Mushrooms are alive. And some other scientific shit about the complexities of their makeup or ecosystem. Don't ask me, 2002 was the last time I took Biology.

But it fucked me up because I've been so focused on the death and the rot and the murk that preceded me and succeeded me I had not realized being a mushroom doesn't make me the symbol of death, rather the proof of life after it.

I am not saying I'm no longer scared of mushrooms or that I'm now fully comfortable with myself. Just that there is something to be said for the ability to grow in absence of light. To be able to nourish yourself off decomposition.

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dragongirlau · 1 year

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Simile

Write a poem quick and dirty Like sex pressed up against a wall Write a poem sharp and punchy Like noodle soup with extra chilli Write a poem long and languorous Like a hot bath at the end of a long week Write a poem full of cliched similes Like a children’s book written for comfort.