Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you describe something with a hard-boiled simile.
Sometimes it seems like love is a worn-out plastic grocery bag overloaded with expectation until it begins to stretch and stretch from the weight, so you are left holding two thinly stretched pieces of plastic that you hope will stay intact until you can get home and set the load down.
But instead the bag breaks and spills out all the contents of your heart for everyone to see.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan.
As we pull,
the legs,
and snap,
the joints,
and crack,
the crab shell,
to find,
the meat of it,
I think,
of the hardness,
of the heart,
and yet,
the many ways,
it can be broken,
and the many ways,
it can be loved.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that uses repetition.
Black.
The shape
of bodies
in the
dark.
Black.
Boldness
of a
question
mark.
Black.
Fun nights
with friends
Mourning
how it
always
ends.
Black.
Creased skin
wearing
thin.
Black.
The line
counting
time.
Black.
Waiting
rooms of
empty
tombs.
Black.
Shadows
like crows
circling
life every
where.
Black.
The flame
deprived
air.
Black.
The fear,
I was
never
really
here.
Black.
The keys
I type
for release.
Black.
The words:
remember
me.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.
I remember giving you my hand,
as we looked out at the large expanse of land.
Everything seemed possible then,
but what seemed like a start, was actually an end.
You were pulling strings I didn’t see,
using my own heart against me.
My world got so small, and you controlled it all.
except
for the part of me, that couldn’t give up being happy,
and with this little left,
I can’t wait to see: What is next?
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that starts with a command.
Be careful what you say or do,
Or my next poem may be about you.
Leave me mad, sad, or broken-hearted,
I’ll finish what you started
with a few quick key strokes,
I’ll hang you by a metaphorical rope.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question.
As long as the sun sets,
the moon migrates,
the ocean oscillates,
the world whips,
two neutron stars stick.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write about dogs.
Squeaky toys, plush dolls, and tennis balls,
I will chase after them all.
Toss a stick, and I’ll fetch it quick.
Launch a Frisbee, and I’ll run for it happily.
After all, my favorite thing to do,
Is bring all these items back to you.
So, take a break and play with me,
We’ll have fun, I guarantee.
Just make sure your throwing arm is strong,
Because I can catch things all day long!
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem about something you have absolutely no interest in.
I am not interested
in restraining, containing
or wasting,
what I feel in my heart.
I am not interested in skipping even the hard parts.
I am not interested
in ok enough,
skinny love,
giving in, giving up,
or getting by,
until I die.
I am not interested
in glasses half empty,
almost maybes,
or not taking the leap,
whatever it means.
I am not interested,
in counting down time,
coloring in the lines,
even if it means a mess.
I am not interested,
in living less,
or with regrets.
I am not interested
in lowering expectations,
or aspirations,
just for some satisfaction.
I am not interested
in minimizing,
waiting for better timing,
toning down,
or living less loud.
I am not interested,
in anything less than,
using up my life,
the best I can.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life.
The camera zooms in on a girl,
a banker’s lamp lights her,
as she hunches over a black Remington typewriter,
stabbing the keys with furious fingers,
but sometimes they linger, instead,
when she drops her head.
The camera zooms out of the stage,
and a light illuminates she typed a blank page.
Sometimes there are just no words,
to describe what hurts.
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is: Write a poem that joyfully states that “Everything is Going to Be Amazing.”
As a young child,
I watched my mom lose parts of her brain,
to a virus that ran wild,
nothing remained the same.
And yet, with time, her mind, found new ways of being,
reconnecting, circumventing, complementing,
the missing and damaged parts,
to restart.
I write this to say:
Our bodies fight,
We are built to survive,
and find ways to be alright.
unwrithings 