Random writing

  • Star
    3 years ago

    So here’s another writing thing similar to MA prompts, just mention anything random and the person below uses it in their poem, whether as a prompt or just mentioning it. It’s all up to you, have fun ^_^

    I’ll start:
    Acid rain

  • Everlasting
    3 years ago

    When writing this prompt, I want to have
    as much fun as I used to have whenever it rain
    back in my childhood days. Those were the times
    when in a matter of minutes, the streets got crowded
    with puddles and no kid in my neighborhood missed the opportunity of greeting the puddles with big jumpily splashes. I tell you, for the kids everything
    was all fun and giggles until Moms came rushing outside in horror while screaming their kids names as if whatever they were seeing were their kids getting massacre with acid rain. And now as I am about to finish writing this prompt, all I can think about are the mother’s words: “Get inside! NOW!!!”, so I better go. Ciao.

    Writing prompt:

    Cake in a wine glass

  • Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    I tried all the sweetest things,
    gardenias bloomed from
    delicate wrists.
    I refused to see you for
    what you were,
    realizing
    in the end,
    that whole cakes don't
    fit in champagne glasses,
    but broken pieces can.

    _______________

    time-traveling cowgirl

  • Michael
    3 years ago

    a time-travelling cowgirl
    came across a moment in time

    the sky was full of flying pigs.

    ..so it is true,
    no might about it.

    son of gun

    and thats another story!

  • Michael
    3 years ago

    Help me out..

  • Larry Chamberlin replied to Michael
    3 years ago

    It seems on any day drear
    this road is travelled heavy
    and new potholes appear
    bigger than a Chevy
    so you hear many a shout,
    "hey up there, help me out!"

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    cold snap

  • Star replied to Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago

    I found my home in the cold
    and the silence of the earliest
    hours of the day.
    Where all the hushed souls
    dance freely to broken lullabies.

    ************
    The Golden Snitch

  • Keira Pickard replied to Star
    3 years ago

    I've never been one to play sports or exercises
    I decided long ago I have better things to do with my life
    But then again, I'd love to fly broomsticks
    And perhaps play games with The Golden Snitch.

    Exploding stars

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    my wind battered roof
    caused a tile to slip, look out

    ahhh, exploding stars

    ********************

    Dancing dolphins

  • Em replied to Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago

    Two dancing dolphins sing
    as I spew spaghetti overboard,
    my maniac mother in law mouths
    "Em you should have skipped supper"

    A changed Christmas

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Em
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    You've been changing
    in the most subtle ways,
    bedridden lips and
    frosted goodbyes,
    and I've been lingering
    at every entryway,
    wondering when I will
    too.

    _________________

    an unsettling snow globe

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    ah, ah, ah. . .
    Atishoo!!!!!!
    a shower of glitter
    falls like litter
    : ' . : ' : .' : ; '. : ' ; . : '
    over the big man
    in his dome
    on a sledge all alone
    did those reindeer, just
    titter?
    imagine. . .
    his ho ho, ho
    turning to, oh, no, no, no
    then. . .
    cough cough cough
    : ' . : ' : .' : ; '. : ' ; . : '
    he didn't wear a mask, did he?
    Silly Santa has Covid
    and now has past, so silly!

    ************
    The counselling room

  • Ben Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    It wasn't my problems that brought me here,
    but really a need to peep and to leer
    at the beautiful shrink who fixes my head
    and helps me refill my pencil with lead.
    She charges most dearly but nothing is lost,
    for how can you balance such lust with a cost?
    I pay through the roof - I bankrupt my funds -
    no price, though, too big - there isn't a sum -
    that I wouldn't pay, to watch as she sways
    I'm hypnotised only with all that she says.
    At home, in the night, I give myself strife
    to tell her of all that is wrong with my life
    But nothing is broken and nothing is wrong;
    I hear only words that are that of a song
    that is sung by a thrush on the sunniest day -
    the waves lapping gently on beautiful bays.
    I'd give you her name, but then you would tell
    and these kinds of deeds would damn me to hell.
    --

    living in a clock

  • Star replied to Ben Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    the ticking inside
    my head, flows through my body;

    this lone heart crashes.
    __________________
    coffined dreams

  • Jane Do-Re-Mi replied to Star
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    *

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Star
    3 years ago

    I'm able to trace it back,
    when everything became
    dull, the paint on my palette
    dried out - useless.
    I lost my spirit that year,
    chained to a bed of doom
    I couldn't escape from.
    My naive dreams are still
    buried somewhere,
    and though at times I
    ache to set them free,
    I know they are only
    skeletons of the wonder
    they never got to be.

    __________________

    strawberry fever

  • Larry Chamberlin replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    Quitting time, Friday!
    Pappacitos Cantina here we come
    without a qualm for the drive home
    for Uber is always the way
    so my Strawberry Margarita and rum
    can be doubled or treyed!

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Pharmaceuticals

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Take the medicine, sweet medicine
    The pain will pass through you now
    A traveler, distanced and forlorn
    No more range of emotion to endow

    Take the medicine, sweet medicine
    You won't feel the ivy nor thorn
    Let it swallow you into oblivion
    To a land where you don't mourn

    Take the medicine, sweet medicine
    And I promise you will drift away
    The past will be forgotten, child
    Just lay back, open up, obey

    _________________________

    Stuck in a wintry photograph

  • Keira Pickard replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    I'm as cold as if
    I was imprisoned in a
    Wintry photograph.

    Burning fever

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago

    My dreams bleed
    into reality,
    volcanoes in my
    veins.
    Fear, a forest fire
    that lingers with
    every touch
    of the forehead.

    _____________

    Magic mushrooms

  • Star replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    I wasn’t lost in a forest,
    but pine trees approached me,
    they slowly pierced my body
    with their needles .

    Running aways was painful,
    the day became as dark
    as a starless sky.

    I was trudging over their roots,
    trying to keep myself in balance.

    My consciousness drifted
    from a breathless chase
    to the glass of juiced mushrooms
    slipping from my fingers
    smashing on a side walk.
    —————

    Euphoric ending

  • Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago

    The results of our quadrennial experiment
    in amateurish national democracy
    could have left half of us euphoric
    save for the fact that it never ended.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    acrobatic mathematician

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    I dance around algorithms,
    tracing coordinates and
    elongating my toes across
    the planes.
    Maybe someday, I'll
    understand your functions,
    or maybe, you'll always
    be an incongruent
    solution to me.

    ______________

    Runaway on a train.

  • Keira Pickard replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    I couldn't bare the terrible doubt,
    The dreams that are snatched away.
    No one wanted to leave but I
    Knew I'd go someday.
    So I left in the morning
    When everybody slept
    I'm glad to leave this place
    But not the company I've kept.
    I told myself it was time to start afresh
    And now I'd wash away the pain.
    Though I can't help but regret
    That I had to run away on a train.

    Candlelight

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Shadow dancer knows she's safe
    Upon the tent's side walls
    The clientele grab her lace
    But leave with nowt at all

    Enticing though the music is
    It's the flames that draw them near
    That and all the flutes of fizz
    And the barrels of festive beer

    ....................

    Sleeping rough

  • Star replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    ^ this is good Kiera :)

    I saw them dancing
    to a candlelight,
    drifting with the
    flickers.

    I joined them,
    but it wasn’t freeing

    Instead,
    the sounds became
    more aggressive;

    I couldn’t contain
    my shadows.
    ——————-
    https://www.instagram.com/p/CI8wtH-Hpvb/?igshid=qynv2ww92aik

    EDIT: I missed Mr. Darcy’s post I guess this could work for “sleeping rough” too

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Star
    3 years ago

    cerulean currents,
    bubbles bouncing
    buoyantly,
    my ability to breathe
    recovered
    from the darkest
    ocean floors.

    _______________

    ruby smile

  • Larry Chamberlin replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    You cannot entice me with those luscious
    ruby red lips, slightly parted, corners raised,
    ironic smile forever remembered as precious
    as my own bedazzled eyes become glazed;
    no you will not, must not make me crazed

    again.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    cancelled tomorrow

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago

    What is real?
    Why do we put
    pressure on the expected?
    Tomorrow, you may wake up
    and it may slip between your
    brain stem,
    and just like that,
    it will be over.
    _________________________

    pizza party

  • Everlasting replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    a teen with tiny feet
    has been so meany mean
    to kids across the street

    he threw a cup of glue
    with feathers to a few
    then flew the scene so fast
    leaving behind a clue

    the crew of kids then found
    his shoe behind a bush
    They inspected it and saw
    his name written in blue

    the kids then knew and threw
    a party in the zoo
    where he was force to chew
    Pizza all the way through

    ——

    Home alone

  • Keira Pickard replied to Everlasting
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    I rowed with all of my best friends
    And shouted at my brother
    Now I'm home alone again
    Because I argued with my mother.
    I threw my book at the floor
    Because I didn't like what I read
    I hammered at the kitchen door
    And broke my own bed.
    I didn't want anyone's help
    Because I didn't want to be left alone
    Now I am all by myself
    And I've been left at home.

    * Not about me.

    An enchanting story

  • Everlasting replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    the tragedy, the love, the tragedy!
    This will be found in the following story:

    Once upon a time, a ceiling fan
    slowly oscillated, sending off a breeze of kisses
    to a curtain.

    the curtain, so pink in nature,
    was gently moved by the kisses while the wooden floor
    became refreshed with the breezes

    one day, the curtain opened up
    to let the light of the sun bless their love
    then with a touch
    the ceiling fan started to crazily spin off
    while the curtain tried to calm him down
    they became tangled, interlaced
    knotted together for what seems to be
    the rest of their lives

    In minutes, the ceiling fan
    fell to the ground, and the floor
    preoccupied, caught him in her arms

    The curtain broken was thrown to the trash
    while the ceiling fan was fixed
    to blow kisses to the floor forever more

    ——

    the book of wonders

  • Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago

    The second I saw your cover I knew,
    "This book," I thought, "is the only one
    that I want to read evermore."
    So we explored each of your pages,
    reading each line of your life
    as you opened up your thoughts
    your words slipped off the sheets
    like a song from your lips
    with arms enfolding eternity.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Ray-ban Aviators

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Larry Chamberlin
    3 years ago

    banking hard his plane
    centred in my sights, so I

    Fired--+++(X)+++

    ...........................

    Beyond hunger

  • Star replied to Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    At first it appeared to me
    as a beyond burger,
    and i was in utter wonder.

    I questioned if he's vegan,
    the most random topic it was.

    In the end
    I order myself a cheeseburger,
    I guess I was in real hunger.
    ---------------
    false lashes

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Star
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    One, two. . .
    He struck her back
    three, four. . .
    she wanted more
    five, six, seven, eight. . .
    she's in a, hysterical state
    "no stop, Mr. Darcy. . .
    those feathers tickling me so,
    if you tickle me further
    my bladder will flow"

    ..........................

    A comfy bed

  • Keira Pickard replied to Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago

    "Time to get up," my family said,
    But I didn't want to leave my comfy bed
    So I curled up, telling myself there was more time to dream
    Just another minute or so, maybe
    But when I next opened my eyes
    I couldn't help but be surprised
    To see the sun shining outside the room
    " I must get up now, " I thought. " Or I'll be doomed."
    When I went downstairs, there were scowls on everyone's faces.
    " So, you've finally decided to leave your sleeping space."
    I was in wonder at what they said
    I hadn't been that long in bed
    But when I checked the day, my horror was piqued
    I'd slept no less than a full week.

    Wine cellar

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Keira Pickard
    3 years ago, updated 3 years ago

    Like a familiar cave, I use this place, these days, as my bolt hole. In the tucked away corner, by the rickety wooden wine rack, is my dusty chair. As its familiar honey leather and obliging springs takes my weight, memories enfolds me and I am instantly eased. The day's tensions slip, unravel like ribbon from my relaxing grasp, and as this breathing settles the need for the Merlot ebbs away, away, away. . .

    ....................

    An heirloom

  • Poet on the Piano replied to Mr. Darcy
    3 years ago

    Your ring sits somewhere
    in my closet,
    perhaps on the tallest shelf,
    the one with the most dust
    that rarely tastes any light.
    Maybe, I tucked it away
    so I would be reminded
    that I shouldn't have
    these ties moving forward.
    I deserve a life without
    malignant memories.

    _______________

    A skateboarding ghost

  • Mr. Darcy replied to Poet on the Piano
    3 years ago

    A moon mourns
    casting shadows across
    a sculpted graveyard

    he perpetually skates
    within the wind
    seeking a perfection
    that's just out of reach

    ....................

    Winter Jasmine