Poetry

Poetry Prompts

I love poetry! It took a while for me to really get into it, but novels in verse really caused me to take a second look at the form and function of poetry. One of my favorite verse novels, Brown Girl Dreaming, made me really feel like I could tell my own stories in verse. After reading that book, I started practicing the art of poetry! Below are some poetry prompts to get your creative juices flowing!

Helpful Hints about Writing Poetry

Poetry does NOT have to rhyme!
Use strong, emotional words when writing poetry
Poetry is very forgiving.
There are certain forms that adhere to "rules," but some poetry (freeverse) is whatever you want it to be.
Just try and have fun!

Visual Poetry Challenges

Challenge #1
Concrete Poetry (style 1)

Directions: Lightly, draw or trace the outline of a favorite object. Write a poem about the object on the outline of the shape.

Challenge #2
Concrete Poetry (style 2)

Directions: This time, we'll do the opposite. Instead of using your words to make the lines of your object, use the words to fill the object in (you can change to a different object or keep the same one). Trace as you did in challenge 1. This will be your border now. Begin writing your poem and use the area rather than the perimeter.

Visual poem path route

Challenge #3
Route Poetry
(Path Poetry)

Directions: Write a poem in traditional format. It should be short (about 5-10 words). Now, write the words randomly on a sheet of paper. Draw a line to connect the path of your poem. If you can add symbols on your route, challenge yourself to make those in single line style as well. Can you retrace your route without picking up your pencil? Does your route make sense?

Challenge #4
Ransom Poetry

Directions: Cut out phrases and words from magazines. Arrange these in a poetic form. Glue to paper. If you want to challenge yourself, you can use all single words and no phrases or you can only use phrases. Not using a combination of both is a challenge.

Pandemic Poems

These are poems my daughter and I have written about the pandemic. It just so happened that National Poetry Month (April) and the pandemic overlapped. We found that writing poems about the pandemic were a helpful way to thinking about the gravity of what was/is happening at the time and also to thoughtfully consider the many blessings we still have. This writing down of poems also anchors us to the present and leaves an artifact for the future. Some of the poems are funny, some are serious, and the tone and mood various with each. Much like our days, our poems are sometimes up and sometimes down.

Distracted (#1)

scattered thoughts
steal my flow
make a list

cross off tasks
but never
done with all

my long list
keeps growing
busy numbs

This particular verse form is called a tricube. It is made up of three syllables, three lines, and three stanzas. It's one of my favorite types of counted poetic form.

I've found myself very distracted during this pandemic. I'm usually a list person anyway and I find comfort in crossing off the tasks. This hasn't been easy during the pandemic. It's troublesome not knowing what will happen next and simultaneously having a sense of dread and urgency. I've tried to avoid watching the news because the media panic isn't good for creating a relaxing, anxiety-free quarantine experience. Ultimately, I know I have nothing to fear, but I find myself needing more frequent reminders of that.


Pan10mic (#2)

Home
COVID
quarantine
social distance
slow contagion spread
together, but apart
shelter in place; safe at home
singing from rooftops and windows
thankful for all essential workers
We will get through this one day at a time

This type of poetry is another type of counted poetry. It has a +1 syllable for each line, so line one is one syllable, line two is two syllables, etc. until you reach the tenth line, which is, of course, ten syllables. This was a new type of counted poetry for me, but very fun to write. The number ten is important since you end the poem with 10 strong syllables. That is also how the title of this poem came about. Instead of Pan DEM ic, I thought it might be fun to highlight the TEN and call it Pan TEN ic instead.

Although some scary and stressful times have come out of this situation, there have also been some beautiful times. The videos of the quarantined Italians singing from their balconies and rooftops is just one beautiful image I can think of during this time. It is wonderful how groups are coming together (but apart) and sharing hope in the ways they can. I love this image of a unified humanity. It gives us hope!

An Ode is a specific type of poem that celebrates a person, place, or thing. The original odes were written by the Greeks to honor their athletes.

Some odes have specific "rules," but mine is a free verse ode, so no rules apply. Odes are fun to write and honor things we think are small and unnecessary, but are actually quite important.

Check out poet Pablo Neruda's Ode to Common Things for more idea about ode writing.


This ode was meant to be slightly funny in that yeast is a very small thing to be thinking about during our quarantine, but it should still be representative of the ideas that we all have small comforts that we are unable to experience right now, so it's impossible for us to just proceed as normal (even though that's what we are sometimes told to do).

An Ode to Yeast (#3)


Oh yeast! You single-celled organism,
You glucose eating fungus
Watching you bloom and bubble in warm liquid
brings the sweet, earthy aroma
and the anticipation of loaves
rising high and doubling in size

Seeking solace in the kitchen
with hands plunged in soft, pillowy dough
a nation turns to bread (not beer)
to ease the
tension and soothe the
anxiety of
our new normal

But alas!
The shelves of active dry and
instant yeast are
barren
no Red Star or Fleishman's
can be found

Leeuwenhoek failed to see the living
entity of the fungus, but
oh how the yeast we are
missing now would give us
life

Panem et circenses
at its origins
decries the selfishness of the
common people
those who neglect
the needs of the
larger population

Isn't that what we're
Witnessing now?

But how do we break bread
When the yeast is missing?