Prompt: Write a poem based on something you heard a stranger say.
All those whispers in the hall
It makes me feel like I’m about to fall
Thinking about what they are talking about
And without a doubt
You see him, they say
I feel like their prey
Don’t listen I hear
There I see my peer
Taking me away from my fear
He tells me, you hear?
And that’s when I listened
And heard absolutely nothing
Prompt: Write a poem on how to do something mundane most people take for granted, such as how to tie your shoes, how to turn on a lamp, how to pour a cup of coffee.
The feel of a metal handle in the palm of your hand,
sleek and co ld.
The sound of a door being opened,
SUDDEN and familiar.
The cold grazes the top of your fingers,
l i g h t and
Inside the white pool you reach,
Long—————ing and n ee dy.
The plastic is cool to the touch,
bUmPy and weak.
You squeeze and twist until you’re done,
H e a v e n l y and sweet,
An arm moves towards you,
ecstatic! and relieved : )
The clear liquid slithers down your throat,
satisfaction and eXCITEMENT
and you feel so much better,
p repare d.
~ Rocío Colón
It seems dead
There’s no life
No flowers or animals of any kind
No joy or laughter
It’s just him and a table
In a lifeless kitchen
Out of focus
Looking out at the horizon
At those who pass it
Prompt: Make a list of your favorite words and write a poem that uses them creatively.
I want to be captivated
I want to be left with the feeling of pure astonishment
Not of a landscape or beautiful words that are flirted
Nor a memory that makes me feel content.
But of seeing something rare yet marvelous
something that leaves you without a gasp of breath
and nurtures your curiosity with forcefulness
A moment so powerful that it distracts you from the fear of death
I want to feel a connection so deep
that I forget all the bad nooks in the world
And love warms my heart as I sleep
when I’m lying, curled in my bed
I want to be captivated by something that makes me speechless
something that stops my words because of their boldness
Prompt: Write about how your favorite song made you feel when you first heard it.
As I turned up the radio, I felt a distinct sensation
Quick dashing waves got me going Fire flowing through my veins My feet began to dance The rest of my body followed
I wanted to jump, run, dance, sing I felt power, nothing could stop me I was the King of the world I felt there was nothing I could not do
Great rhythm, beat, and lyric Lots of emotion, intensity, and energy Can’t Hold Us, Macklemore and Ryan Lewis I had to listen again
Prompt: Turn on the radio/tv to any channel. Write a poem inspired by the first thing you hear.
I blinked at the sign
Money in hand
It wasn’t possible
So I took a step
The man to my right
Frowned as I froze
My eyes wide and bright
Face pale in shock
But he couldn’t have known
The fear that I felt
When I looked at the vending machine
And its words were my own
Prompt: Write a poem on how to do something mundane most people take for granted (In this case, it is reading).
You open a novel, in it, thousands of words
Just ink printed on paper, but it fills you with despair
The stories you read about get so close to your heart
That sometimes they threaten to tear it apart
The endless journeys you experience
Always manage to make you delirious
And even though some might fill you with pain
From buying more you can never restrain
For they bring you happiness and glee
Making your life more complete
Mia González and Estefania Berio
Prompt: Write a poem that finds the good in something terrible.
Fear and power united in one
Devastation conquering below
Setting everyone into a run
Leaving things forgo
Whilst the eye of the storm dwindled through time
And the families let go of each other
Determination arises past noontime
Known even by the lovers
What was once havoc, turned into cooperation
Even the foes joined in hand
To distribute the rations
And to take a stand
Protection and worry was overcrowded by love
Which they will use to lifts each other above
The reason I hid it so suddenly
I barely know
Every word still clings
Lying deep in my so forlorn heart
Their delicacy and soft touch
Still holds me tenderly
Those delicate verses
No matter how plain, how effortless
Are each so distinctive, so personal
And I can simply, never allow their leave
So, I ask myself once more
If so dear and pure
Did I hide it so suddenly
The Zeitgeist members are excited to take part in this year’s
National Poetry Month! For each day of the month, members will ignite their creativity to inspire compelling poetry that we will publish on this website. Stay tuned to discover our new Zeitgeist, the ideas that define our current time!