Every time I’m scouring the internet looking for poetry prompts, I run into the same problem. Poetry prompts on Google are either basic or cliche, and neither get me really thinking. This year, I did quarterly poetry prompts for my Instagram, and this helped to spark my creativity, and lend my creative voice to others so they could also take a stab at writing something new.
Below is a list of all the original prompts I came up with through the year!
bitter fruit and sweet lies
write about not knowing where to start
i burned my tongue on sunrise
my resolution is _
i am a retired musician
silent drives home
i swear on turned soil and stubborn roots
i didn’t learn a damn thing
loneliness smells like _
who’s next?
missing you is chronic
poetry’s afterglow
in the grand scheme of things
write about the sun and ‘green flash’
places in between spaces
i wipe the blood from my busted lipÂ
breathing in the thoughts of a thousand poets
to those that don’t love me anymore
and for my final act
letting love lead the way
don’t you dare
taking bullets Â
was it ever supposed to be real?
coming home from the snow
write a list poem of everything fear holds hostage
given the circumstances, i’ve decided to love you again
i’ve got secrets called blood cells
i kept holding onto _ , this is where it got meÂ
you were a performer
fuck it
i gave my hair to the birds to make a nestÂ
i am just another bad habitÂ
i put myself back together [but a screw is loose]
i think I’m starting to have my doubts
falling in lust
let me give you the grand tour
i think i’ve been dead for a long time
if you are a library, i am a _
write about your favorite flower
this is how i begin again
i sweat poetry and cry forgiveness
how young must i be?
burning my fingers on an all nighter
i’ve been hunting monsters that wear my face
they don’t make them like the romance novels
how many thoughts must i suffer from?
write about advice you would give to the heartbroken
write about stereotypes people associate you with
there are two kinds of peopleÂ
the trees are choosing to bloom and so am i
what do you breathe when the air is too thin?
another year, another obligatory birthday poem
crawling meant something once, too
i can’t sleep [because you’re not here]
write about eye contact
i’m not afraid of getting old anymore
grabbing fistfuls of flesh
meet me under the lonely glow
harnessing all this divine energyÂ
baring my bloodied teeth
i’m having some big feelings
my thoughts are too big and my brain is too small
i keep falling in love with things that hate me
fist fighting my consciousness
stones dropping into a pool of _
i burn my feet against the sand
fizzing up my throat
peeled my skin back, and look what i found
driving past the warning signs
write about a decision that changed you
what makes you think you can help me?Â
head back, eyes a pool of want
prison isn’t that different from depressionÂ
in an almost perfect world
write about a moment of weaknessÂ
promise me you’ll do better
is it too late to give these thoughts back?
i left my body on a beach Â
i chased a dream and caught a nightmare
fear has nothing on my thoughtsÂ
love, death, and other things
hand feeding these snapping teeth
this is a proposal
your dialogue could resurrect demons
if this is the afterlife, then i am [staying/leaving]
write about all the times you’ve been sweaty
write about what it would take for you to heal
from now on, i’m making deals with angels
i may be going mad [and i think i’ll take you with me]
just because we’re nakedÂ
to a summer that always leavesÂ
i put my hand on a cutting board and raise the knife
melancholy is my new middle name
i stare at myself a little too long in the mirror
like raindrops against feverish skin
i don’t run from monsters, i _ them Â
write about a moment of chaosÂ
maybe i will taste you too
love, you thought you could hurt me
breaking each piece of you off
i’ve pricked my finger one too many times
write a poem without punctuation or pause
i’m glad you called
in between this depression
write about sex, without using the word sex
tremulous hands and whispers
give me or give me
write about something you’re grieving
i tug and you release
maybe next year i will abstain from miseryÂ
she rips the skin off her nails and chews
i’ve killed one too many butterflies
the chill whispers my name, frozen
falling in love with strangers
my chances wane as the moon does
bite my tongue till you taste blood
i was never the best at _
write about the monotony of a lazy day
catching snow against my tastebuds
in between bouts of intimacy
they called me a villain, i called them close-minded
i await you on the edges of eternity
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