Bullying | Poetry Prompt

So far this year, here’s the posts that have been written for the prompts. I’ll be gathering more as we move on in the year, so by the end of the year we’ll have an interesting digest of where we’ve been. This is totally separate from the magazine and anthology. It’s just an extra thing for fun.

Alright, moving along…

1000 Voices

On Friday, 1000 Voices for Compassion will be doing another roundup of posts on these internets. I thought it would be wonderful, if we’d write poetry about the main topic–which is “Building from Bullying.” But instead of just writing about a horribly hurtful bullying episode, let’s find compassion in the story-whether for the victim, the bully or both. Let the poem tell us more than we would expect. This does not have to be an instance of childhood bullying. It unfortunately happens at all ages.

Make sure to either backlink to the page or post it in the comments. Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community. All links will be added to this year’s digest.

Remember on Fridays, we’re having a bit of a chat. If you didn’t catch last Friday’s swing by and join in about education and poetry.

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He Said | She Said

Poetry Prompt about a disagreementYou know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head? I kept hearing the lyrics from this 90s song that I haven’t listened to since the 90s. It’s only driving me a little nuts. It’s all about the he said, she said bullsh*t.

And so this week’s challenge was born.

Write a poem where there’s a conflict between two entities. It doesn’t have to be a man v/s a woman. You’re the writer. Make it interesting. Make it fun. And show that conflict.

Remember on Fridays, we’re having a bit of a chat. If you didn’t catch last Friday’s swing by and join is the poetry always personal?

Make sure to either backlink to the page or post it in the comments. Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community.

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information

And keep your eye out for the official date for the zine release at the end of the month!

 

I Love Me, I Love Me Not

This weekend we’re celebrating one of those holidays people either love, or love to hate.

But in the spirit of love and romance and all those ooey-gooey feelings, I want you to write a love poem.

Hold on.

It’s not going to be that easy.

I want to challenge you to write a love poem from someone who loves you’s perspective. Did you catch that? That means a husband, girlfriend, partner, mother, grandfather, child, best friend, whoever you have in this world that loves you…You are going to write a love poem…to yourself…as if it were written by them.

Sound difficult? It is. It’s never easy to put yourself into someone else’s voice and try to write from their standpoint.

It’s even harder to write love poetry about yourself.

But I think you can do it. I KNOW you can do it.

And have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information

Remember, all entries must be linked back to this post with a pingback or by commenting by Friday at midnight EST. Saturday is the vote and Sunday the winner will be featured.

Photo Credit: the-psycrothic on deviantart

The Faceless Man

The Faceless Man poetry prompt http://thereveriejournal.com

The Faceless Man poetry prompt http://thereveriejournal.com

At first the idea was to do something about the weather, but given what the East Coast is possibly facing, maybe something entirely different is more apropos.

Above you have a mystery man. Who is he? He is anyone you want him to be. The only caveat is: he’s got to be a little…well…different. Interesting. It’s your choice in what makes him so unusual. Spin me a story about the faceless man.

Here’s a list of words to get you in the mood. Use three of these, if you please:

Vanished
Mysterious
Unknown
Alien
Estranged
Foreign
Forbidden
Bizarre
Striking
Singular
Grotesque
Outrageous

This video may help you along:

As with last week, I’ll be tweeting your poetry and sharing among social media sites. If you have any writerly friends who are looking for a prompt, send them my way. There’s no voting, but there is plenty of sharing and support. Let’s grow this community together.

Take a snapshot in time

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Today in the U.S. is Martin Luther King Jr. Day. This and the movie Selma had me thinking about the Civil Rights movement and The 1960s. It’s interesting to look back at the past with a discerning eye, thinking about changes, what could have been, what might have been and what did happen. That’s what this prompt will be all about.

This week’s prompt is about taking a snapshot of an event of a bygone era or decade. Write a poem about an event in history (whether historically accurate or fictitious) from the viewpoint of a spectator. It does not have to be about a social justice issue, but something that tells us something about the time period. Example: If you were looking at England in the 1700s, maybe write about the day of a young boy who is a chimney sweep. The viewpoint could be another little boy living in the house getting its chimney cleaning.

Remember, we’re not voting on Fridays anymore, but we do have the linky so we can share our poetry. Please join in, link up your work, read others in the community. This site is meant to form a community of like-minded individuals, and so we should be here to support one another.

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Holiday Madness by Vlad Teodor Petcu

On this very land, in future’s time of afar,
When three moons rise and entomb every star,
There is a legend that will be told
With gory voice, as the land embraces the eternal cold:

On the paths of corpses, at one and any crossroad is lit
A candle with darkness around which all undead could orbit,
And they will all be led by the alluring shade of Akasha, the goddess,
In lights torn by twisted laces of pleasures…
They walk to the residence of The Snow Queen, unjust ruler and duchess,
March to the New Toy Shop, the North’s ruins and only standing fortress.
Here, on the first day of Hanukkah in 2016*, the last battle takes place.
The Vampire king, awakened and victorious, will bring to his daughter a face:
The head of Santa Claus; then leave this forsaken space.
Dragons stand on guard here from the last Kwanzaa,
When they collect the humans as matunda ya kwanza**.

The whole family gathers around the crystallized white tree,
Exchanging gruesome presents with binds of flesh;
The noise of madness echoes throughout the festive holiday
As white and blue flames of ice scintillates a glimpse of doomsday.

“Say your unholy prayers in Christmas’s skin!
Let the weeping music play and the feast begin!”,
Thundered the Snow Queen, then she gives the cue:
“Wrap Red Nose Rudolph from the dungeons! Put him on the barbecue!”

*The first day of Hanukkah in 2016 is on the 24th of December
**Matunda ya kwanza (Swahili) = first fruits of the harvest


Congratulations to this week’s community favorite, Vlad Teodor Petcu . You can find the original piece on his blog, here.

Be sure to check in Monday for the newest prompt.

Photo Credit: fotoman228 on deviant art/ Design Credit: Laura A. Lord

Holiday Voting

It’s almost Christmas! I know my household is in an excited tizzy over here, as I’m sure plenty of others are. The children are out of school and the tree is up and I’ve spent entirely too much money.

So reading your holiday poetry has been fun and fantastic and put me right into the spirit. Go read some awesome poetry and vote for your favorite! Only one vote this week, so use it wisely.

Also, with the upcoming holidays, we’re taking some time off to enjoy our families and vacations. You should do the same! We’ll see you again in the New Year! Happy Holidays!


Holiday Madness by Vlad Teodor Petcu

A Mini Ode to Christmas by Franz

I Have No Tree by Billygoat Gruff (in the comments)