30 Prompts for NaPoWriMo
Taken from my article on having a successful NaPoWriMo :)
Write about an object that has a lot of nostalgic value for you. As a bonus challenge, try to write about this object without directly stating what it is in your poem.
Write a poem about your hometown: how you feel about it, the connection you have to it, how it has shaped you (for better or worse).
Collect scraps of “junk writing”—spam mail, credit card bills, newspaper clippings, billboard text, etc. Stitch those texts together into a poem.
Write a poem about a piece of clothing that reflects something important or essential about who you are as a person.
Find something dark and hidden inside your brain, your body, your heart. Shine a light on it. What do you see?
Think of a memory where the details aren’t clear. Fill in the details in a poem.
It’s spring! Write about coming out of a long hibernation—either literal or metaphorical.
Flash of lightning. Crack of the baseball bat. Stoplight turns green. Write about a time when a seemingly mundane event created a stroke of inspiration.
You look into the lens of something—a camera, a telescope, a pair of binoculars, etc.—and something strange peers back at you. What do you see?
Write about an event that you might interpret as a sign from a higher power. This higher power could be a god, aliens, the universe, etc.
Write a poem in which two people begin as lovers and end as enemies. OR the other way around.
Write a poem about what keeps you warm. Perhaps it’s a hot cup of tea, the glow of a happy memory, or the light at the end of the tunnel.
Write a poem that involves diametrically opposing views about something simple. For example, two people might bicker over the proper way to brew coffee, or whether a hotdog is a sandwich.
What do you see in the mirror? Write a “self-portrait” poem.
Spend some time listening to other people talk. It can be in a public space, a voice on the radio or TV, or outside listening to your neighbors. (Just don’t get caught!) Use a line from someone else’s conversation as the starting place for a poem.
Write about two opposing yet co-existing realities.
Write about an important realization you had, at a time when you felt particularly alone.
What’s something you’ve seen hundreds, even thousands of times, but has never lost its beauty? Write an ode to this thing’s beauty.
“Apophenia” is the human tendency to see patterns in random information. Write a poem about patterns that seem to be connected, even if they’re completely random.
Write a poem in the form of a letter, addressed to a specific person.
Write a poem from the perspective of a detective. They’re not solving crime, necessarily—you might write about a detective for lost things, for past emotions, for new opportunities, etc.
Explain something to a younger version of yourself. How to survive heartbreak, solve differential equations, drive, avoid bad people, etc.
Write about a mundane task that (secretly) doubles as a magical ritual.
Smells are one of the most powerful triggers for memory. They also make for impactful imagery. Write a poem that begins with a smell. Let the smell waft into memory, then write from there.
Write a poem that uses all of these words: chartreuse, guide, safe, sweat, wall, presentation, manor, perfume.
Close your eyes, flip through a poetry book, and put your finger on a page. Whatever word you’re pointing at, use it as a title for your poem, and write from there.
Write a poem about family traditions: keeping them, breaking them, or anything else you can do with them.
Write a poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards.
Write a poem inspired a certain genre of music. Try to write in the style of that genre—for example, pop is rhythmic, rock alternates in staccatos and riffs, etc. (You might be interested in Jazz Poetry for inspiration. Learn about it here.)
“If _______ didn’t exist for a day.” Fill in the blank, and write about the results of something not existing – but only for 24 hours.
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No More Fucking Butterflies (19/30)
I have decided the next man I meet
who makes me nervous
is getting blocked,
walked away from-
I'll run if I have to.
No conversation,
no glances,
no more whirlwind romances,
I'm not giving chances.
I'm through.
Who the hell decided butterflies in the tummy
was something to romanticize in the first place?
For me, I think it's my body trying to tell me to
get as far as I can from this demonic creature
who will only cause me harm but
I kept thinking it's a good thing if his presence
can make me stumble over words.
Hell no.
Neutrality is the way to go.
The man you're mostly unaware of
until he gives you good reasons to be.
The one who doesn’t prey on the
unbalanced chemical reaction that happens
when you lay eyes on him.
And maybe the love story won't be
the stuff of an indie romance film
but it will be stable and real.
It won't give you more material from which to heal.
It will provide you with bliss more enduring
than the intoxications of fleeting butterflies.
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Be kinder and more normal about @taylorswift , a confirmed human being just like the rest of us.
Sonnet For Taylor Swift
I think that you are going to kill her
And strip her corpse for it’s component parts
You’re the problem and the spilt milk spiller
You know money don’t fix the feint of hearts
The old formula is near obsolete
Virgins refusing to be sacrificed
It wasn’t for the volcanoes to eat
For the people, no other food sufficed
So you try and try again to offer
A body that never belonged to you
Hoping her hot blood will fill your coffers
Nothing but the old bleak cycle will do
Too many contemporaries buried
Shame on successful women, unmarried
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Sonnet For Candia
You’ve gotta be hard to protect what’s soft
You must set down the seeds and go to war
You’ve gotta aim true, hold your bow aloft
Walk the darkness and come right back for more
You’ve gotta be the Queen to make the rules
You’ve gotta hold the power to be just
You have to take the place or cede to fools
It’s not about your wants, do what you must
But nothing can prepare you for the pain
The monster that you’ll surely, one day, be
The rage won’t wash away in cola rain
The syrup of your youth won’t set you free
There’s strength in sweetness, strength in who you are
Your family and friends will take you far
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