How-tos for all things poetry; learn how to analyze a poem, construct a haiko, differentiate between a metaphor and simile and more.
Don't Ask (Just Do)
Are you ok? What do you need? A hug without asking A kiss I didn't initiate Don't ask, just do Like you did when it was new
Hi thanks for letting me reach out, my mom let me know what was going on I appreciate that you’re letting me call (Practice saying it like) how are you
To my mom
I have so many memories I have so many thoughts I have plenty of ideas O my mom Where have you gone Why did you leave me
In a recent post, I mentioned the Promptly Written publication, as well as its writing challenges on Medium. At the beginning of this year, Christine Graves, a member of the PW editorial team, asked us to write poems inspired by the following concept: "The first sunset after a winter freeze."
How to Write Poetry Based on Pictures
A gray house in a field. An image that expresses loneliness and age. | Source: Pxfuel Writing Poetry Based on Photographs I’ve been doing writing prompts, lessons, and poems about a city I can’t visit—Walla Walla, Washington. I find focusing on one city makes it easier for people who read my articles to follow along.
I never trust this mirror. Over in the dark corner, It always shows me horror. When the moon hits the sky, There is no sound, not even a cry.
A Small Grace
Come along now, didn’t you know yet we were going Into this wide world field, we are picking wildflowers, Shy child in every shade and size we can find. We will
Breathe In, Breathe Out
Flickering flames of scented candles. “Rid myself of all thoughts...” Cross-legged, spine straight. “Breathe in, breathe out...”
I have been writing about my dad popular Latvian poet and writer Eriks Raisters. My dad’s life in his homeland Latvia was interrupted by WW II and he had to go into exile. That is never easy, especially for a poetic soul. Since he died in New York in 1967 he never got to return home and his poetic voice was stilled. One of the best ways to understand the soul of the poet is by finding out more about him and his poetry.
Before Reality Hit
I have butterflies in my stomach, And these thoughts that are in my head, About a future and a life, But one where I’m not dead.
"Enter the contest to reveal the best recall"
Enter the contest to reveal the best recall, Send us your child, it’s required for them all, They may enter as young as decade’s half,
Guiness Book: Be Damned!
Dan: DAMN! This is the last time I try for this record. Guinness Book, be damned! Gin: Come on, you love this! Admit it. Dan: I did, but after 3 tries and every time finding myself almost cooked into the pizza... I am tired, cranky and sore!