Free Verse
A Lullaby
I have chosen this prompt from the following 2024 prompts by Judey Kalchik: Write a lullaby (it doesn’t have to rhyme, but it could) for one of these: a star, a rhino, a cup of coffee, a candle, your first car, a child, your parent, your job, an ear of corn, your phone, the sea.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Psychopomp
Maniacal whimsy. The ones who seek eternal flame. The ones who will sacrifice the young all for their moment of youth. To reach the finish line and go back. To reach the top and then turn around. Forever is not infinite. Permanent is not here to stay. I cannot desert you nor can I wish you well. Watching the world die while I carry on alone is not a worthwhile endeavor. I didn't sign up for this burden to be so heavy. Ungrateful creatures, you cannot stand the test of time. You haven't lived enough to see such heartache and madness. You haven't witnessed such cruel and malicious intent. To return from the dead with an immortal captain at the helm. To steer through tough seas and harsh tides. I follow the egomaniac as a loyal follower. Imprisoned in search of a dying soul. The waters of this wretched planet have no use for you anymore. A cursed wind to the tree of life. But all the trees are dead so there is only one last hope. You burned the garden and all its remaining majesty. To kill for a second more of life. To jettison pieces of your worth for fragments of eternity. To reach the standards of godliness but there are no winners. I, your shepherd, guide you to your demise. You are grateful now. I have delivered you unto your fate. You claim the prize, a life uninterrupted. I am set aside so you can roam alone as you please. I pity your welfare. I see the end, you see nothing. Which is worse? To surrender or fight until the battle is won? To reach the end or to realize there is none?
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
(World Day of War Orphans) Write a story about a child orphaned by war.
I'll be honest. This prompt greatly conflicted me. First of all, I had no idea there was such a day alloted for orphan awareness. Secondly, I had never imagined that, in our world, the number of children that were collaterally damaged by war was so vast. I didn't know whether to be ashamed of my ignorance or angry; because now, with this knowledge, my innocence would be forever lost. My soul would demand that I learn more, pray more, do something, even ever so small.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Patchwork dandelion bullet holes at 2am.
It's 2am and I am rudely awakened by the thump, thump of tiny angry feet. I glance upon the wall, expecting to see my collection of lovely, if creepy Babushka babies. I blinked three times to be sure, but the wall is bare of my lovely patchwork collection.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
