Prompt: Write a poem in which you take your title or some language/ideas from The Strangest Things in the World. The Greatest Mistake I Ever Made… Was rushing through life, with happiness delayed. Presuming that no matter how hard I tried, My dreams and reality wouldn’t collide. The unsettling emotion of never being in control, Broken parts of humanness, but never feeling whole. I lived such, before I found the biggest secret to life, Simple mustering up of courage, jumping in to dive… Into a wider cosmos that values more than wealth, Consciously choosing soulful, deeper avenues for yourself. Desert the chains of restraint, the world can handle the burden, Of your…
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Escaping The Digital World | Daily Poetry
Prompt: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write a surreal prose poem. Aren’t you exhausted of the digital world, where we’re constantly digging into our tablets, always ending up furled? I once tried to escape this cycle of disgust, of my eyes cemented to a void, literally drying into dust. The couch pulled me deeper in, as I settled by the window – the sound of kids running, mumbling gibberish lingo. Looking out, I felt a strange comfort across my face with that fresh whiff of breeze, wandering at its subtle pace. Was I feeling okay, I couldn’t comprehend if I was new to this space. My lungs felt…
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Separation and Solidarity | Daily Poetry
Prompt: A platonic love poem. In other words, a poem not about a romantic partner, but some other kind of love – your love for your sister, or a friend, or even your love for a really good Chicago deep dish pizza. The poem should be written directly to the object of your affections (like a letter is written to “you”), and should describe at least three memories of you engaging with that person/thing. My best friend once lived closer, now stays miles away from me From coffee dates to video calls, what have we come to be Where once we were inseparable, always giggling in glee Today, stuck in different…
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A Thousand Splendid Suns: A Poetic Ode | Daily Poetry
Prompt: A poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time. When I was younger, I came across a book, From start to end, it left me crying on the hook, Tears welled up within, as upwards I looked, A Thousand Splendid Suns, left me utterly shook. Tossing and turning, through the nights it kept me awake, Such raw emotions, your soul will start to quake, The lives of two women, the suffering and the ache, 400 pages; that’s how long it takes – To feel the story seeping, deep into…
