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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
Winter took my little hope and buried it deep beneath the snow unspoiled, untried, on ice it kept dreamless and still while it slept. Spring stirred its slumbering passion newly clothed in flamboyant fashion nudged that hope from its dormant state but for full bloom it had to wait. Summer mornings with dew that glisters increase the heat until it blisters hope raises up in this incubation no longer hidden in isolation. Autumn cools its hot desire the trees wave flags of leafy fire each hope takes flight, then descends to slumber ‘neath the snow again. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" ![]() Prompt/Week # 34 Use the following words in your poem: Winter * Spring * Summer * Autumn |
It was in a lift that we met he was a stranger, I was strange. I was pressing buttons, in hopes that the scene would somehow change. He cast a quizzical gaze at my constellation of lights, I whispered my secret. “ I know,” I said, “the mysteries of the night.” His face then changed eyes wide with admiration. He listened as I explained the world’s true foundation. “I can stop time.” I told him. and hit the red button to prove it. “Are you a philosopher?” he asked “or a celestial poet?” When the doors finally opened he ran from my sight disappeared like a cloud of smoke into the mysteries of the night Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" ![]() ![]() Promptly Poetry Prompt Use this title for this weeks poem: Mysteries of the Night Promptmaster Prize Prompt: The most absurd thing to say that is likely to make a mysterious stranger think you’re a poetic genius. |
A boogery thing to behold Is my nose running from the cold The snot is bright green But it can’t be seen If I give the tissue a fold Week 32 Prompt - Limerick Sorry,but I have a cold and don't feel springy or limericky, just icky. |