When I Was – Poetry Prompt

Sometimes a piece of music touches us and inspires us in amazing ways, and while sometimes we let you find your own music to inspire you, today I have chosen a piece for you.

Lukas Graham’s song, 7 Years, travels through one man’s life and through an unknown future. I love the way he marks the passage of time with certain ages and specific things that were said to him at that age:

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old

I will post the lyrics and video below for those that haven’t heard the song yet. I want you to let this inspire you. Think to a specific age, to your thoughts and hopes and aspirations as that age, to the advice given you then. Write about it.

Remember you have until Friday to submit your entry by either leaving it in the comment section below or linking back to this post. All entries will be considered for the second edition of the anthology.

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7 Years by Lukas Graham

Once I was seven years old my momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old

It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger
Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker
By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor
Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure

Once I was eleven years old my daddy told me
Go get yourself a wife or you’ll be lonely
Once I was eleven years old

I always had that dream like my daddy before me
So I started writing songs, I started writing stories
Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me
‘Cause only those I really love will ever really know me

Once I was 20 years old, my story got told
Before the morning sun, when life was lonely
Once I was 20 years old

I only see my goals, I don’t believe in failure
‘Cause I know the smallest voices, they can make it major
I got my boys with me at least those in favor
And if we don’t meet before I leave, I hope I’ll see you later

Once I was 20 years old, my story got told
I was writing about everything, I saw before me
Once I was 20 years old
Soon we’ll be 30 years old, our songs have been sold
We’ve traveled around the world and we’re still roaming
Soon we’ll be 30 years old

I’m still learning about life
My woman brought children for me
So I can sing them all my songs
And I can tell them stories
Most of my boys are with me
Some are still out seeking glory
And some I had to leave behind
My brother I’m still sorry

Soon I’ll be 60 years old, my daddy got 61
Remember life and then your life becomes a better one
I made a man so happy when I wrote a letter once
I hope my children come and visit, once or twice a month

Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be 60 years old
Soon I’ll be 60 years old, will I think the world is cold
Or will I have a lot of children who can warm me
Soon I’ll be 60 years old

Once I was seven years old, momma told me
Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely
Once I was seven years old

Once I was seven years old

Just Be Voting

We prompted you this week to motivate us and inspire us! We issued a challenge for your to challenge us to be better!

Now we’re challenging you to vote on the challenges offered in response to our challenge.

Read that five times fast.

Have you been reading your fellow poets? Well, now’s your chance!

Check them out and vote on your favorite. Voting will last until midnight tonight and the community favorite will be featured on the site tomorrow at 10 am EST.

Thank you for participating and we’ll see you next Monday for a new prompt!

In the meantime, consider submitting to our magazine, which is open and accepting submissions now. Or to our anthology for the theme of Back to Our Roots!

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Just As I Am by Writer’s Dream

Exposing the Lies by Tempest Nightingale LeTrope

Just Be You by Shilyot

Security by Staci Lys Dunn Silva

Living in Key to Our Own Tune by Sean Bidd

A Long Walk Home by Franz

 

Come Vote with Me

This week’s prompt brought out some fantastic poetry and, at least on my end, really bad dance moves. I can only hope I’m not alone in that last category.

I think last week was a success, so as a reward, you’re being given THREE votes again.

You can thank me later.

So take a moment to read the work from others in your community and vote for your favorite three this week! And yes, you can certainly vote for yourself. We don’t judge egos around here. The winner will be featured Sunday and be considered as a submission for the spring issue of the magazine.


Lose Myself by Dana Renee

The Monster and the Beat by Franz

Making it Out Alive by TooFullToWrite

Take Me Down by Mark Schutter

Good Girl by Kristen A. Piccini

Echoes of Ourselves by Ann Bagnall

Say You Will by Dana Renee

Long Walk by Billygoat Gruff (You must view this entry in the comment section of the prompt posting, as the participant does not have an active blog. Thank you.)


 

Epic Fantasy

It’s our first tie and a three-way tie at that! So we will be featuring our three winners today at 10am, 2pm, and 6pm. Thank you all for coming out to vote!


Epic Fantasy

READ THIS FIRST!
Press start and from the first big drum sound count 4 Mississippi in a normal pace before you start reading (At around 0:19). The blue letters should fall together with a drum sound. (I hope). Sound needs to be on.


As the myth
has been written
in ancient scriptures
buried in the lands

a long time ago.

Hallows eve
its coming
once every
thousand years

when moon is crimson

Hell the womb
of a danger beast
Ready to give birth

the world trembles
in agony

Hallows eve
day of the dead
monsters, dragons
roam gloriously
free among

–==<@>==–

Distant church bells
ringing
carried across
oceans and lakes
on whistling winds

an ominous
storm is brewing
drawing in closer
tearing the skies

–==<@>==–

Rumbling earth

cracking crust
opening up
for its arrival
emerging from
flaming sea

Rising up

from the fires
taking its form
roar of mountains
erupting
crumbling at the feet
of this creature

Wings unfolding

blocking the sun
ashes falling
colouring
the lot
in shiny grey

Cries of hunger

under
thundering sky
cloaked in dust
its flapping wing
taking flight

for blood

–==<@>==–

In silence soaring
through the grey
precipitation
bearings by senses

eyes look down
slithering snake
mirrored river
its path

trailing mist

presence hidden
nearing pray
death is cometh
the end of day

a new era is born
forsaken god
devil’s child
on the prowl

–==<@>==–

Barrage of thunder
mask its howl
tempest came
to the old town

Church bell chime
feed despair
brink of demise
shutters close

city centre
makeshift graves
of the fallen
monstrosities
rotting and moaning

bolt of lightning
shooting star
exploding square
from clouds he came

Scales blackened
ferocious snarl

–==<@>==–

Glowing amber
hazardous glare
silent cries
for lifeless horror
Prophecy for seen

Bells toll
for last battle
brass blowing
the army ready
downhill
with swords drawn
final battle
upholding peace
the fight begins

–==<@>==–

Flesh shredded
from broken bones
men struggle
whipping tail
crushing teeth

Savages released
ravaging
to protect
still living
Glory honour
in afterlife

Spears straight
arrows glide
heart untouched
in gleaming shell
victory ahead

Century gone
the heart a seed
beating still
in earth’s womb
the myth rewritten

Just listen.


Congratulations to this week’s final community favorite, Ranting Crow. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: roger5443 on deviantart / Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

A Beautiful Dance

It’s our first tie and a three-way tie at that! So we will be featuring our three winners today at 10am, 2pm, and 6pm. Thank you all for coming out to vote!

A Beautiful Dance

It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.

A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.

It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.


Congratulations to this week’s second community favorite, Mark Schutter. You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: KatarzynaKostecka on deviantart / Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

Voting on Music

This week’s prompt really got us in the mood for some tunes…and amazing poetry.

Have you been reading your fellow poets? Well, now’s your chance!

Check them out and vote on your favorite. Voting will last until midnight tonight and the community favorite will be featured on the site tomorrow at 10 am EST.

Thank you for participating and we’ll see you next Monday for a new prompt!

In the meantime, consider submitting to our magazine, which is open and accepting submissions now. Or to our anthology for the theme of Back to Our Roots!

Don’t forget to sign up for our newsletter. We only send emails once a month, but this is how you can stay up on information regarding submissions and also how you’ll get your FREE copy of our magazine.


 

Soul’s Irony by Desiree G.

Creeping Desire by Faycin A. Croud

The Night Brings Her Angels by Ann Bagnall

Into the Dark by Mel Douleur

Bygones by Serins Sphere

Dawn of the Night…Dark of the Day by Staci Lys Dunn Silva

Bone Marrow by Francisco Pierre L.

A Beautiful Dance by Mark Schutter

Epic Fantasy by Ranting Crow