Category Archives: Poetry Prompts

I Am Batman

I am Batman, you would not know
Caped Crusader all dressed in black,
face under mask, voice inexact,
defender in the moonlight glow,
dishing out justice where I go.
I am Batman.

Patrol the city, high and low.
Gadgets are packed, villainy tracked,
waiting in the shadows… attack!
Can the Dark Knight ever rest? No.
I am Batman.

 


Copyright © 2017 by Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Rondine Poetic Form
•12-line poem
•2 stanzas
•7 lines in the first stanza; 5 lines in the second
•8 syllables per line, except in the 7th and 12th lines
•7th and 12th lines are a refrain
•The refrain comes from the opening word or phrase of the poem
(WritersDigest.com)

 

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The Last

 

A drip, then a drop, so I replace its top.
The last of the milk is gone,
Now my Rice Krispies won’t pop.

I must revive my body, so I make some coffee.
The last filter tears in half,
Dammit, now I have to go shopping.

Speeding past the limit, I see the ferry in the distance.
The last boat just left,
Now I have to wait another 30 minutes.

Finally at the store, “Cash Only” on the door.
The last of my cash already spent,
Now I must hit the ATM next door.

My PIN numbers pressed, I begin to feel stressed.
The last of its money is gone,
“Sorry. Your Transaction Cannot Be Processed.”

A sigh, then a laugh, I head back to my flat.
The last of the gas runs out,
Now it can’t get any worse than that.

With a can in hand,
And no cash for gas,
I finally reach the station,
Realizing the worst has come to pass.

My thoughts obscene, I just want to scream.
The last place I used my card?
Oh yeah, probably still in the ATM machine.


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 216
For today’s prompt, write a poem based on the idea of the last of something. Could be a person, place, thing. The last cookie. The last turn. The last star fighter (my brother may be the last person who gets that reference). Just write your last poem (or poems) before April gets rolling.
(WritersDigest.com)


Just Walk Away

 

You done me wrong, I knew it all along,
I didn’t want to believe the truth.
My fear came true when I followed you,
On that one dark afternoon.

I told myself to walk away…
just walk away.

I saw you two meet at the end of the street,
He picked you up in his fancy ride.
A sensual kiss upon taken lips,
Causing me to stir inside.

I told myself to walk away…
just walk away.

At his place, you shared an embrace,
As your clothes scattered the floor.
The next sight broke me inside,
I couldn’t stand to see anymore.

I told myself to walk away…
just walk away.

I waited for his return after he took you home,
Then I knocked upon his door.
The look in his eyes gave no surprise,
Until he lay scattered on the floor.

I told myself to walk away…
just walk away.

I looked down at this man, gun in my hand,
His life was fading fast.
Blood pooling. Vengeance drooling.
What next? Take care of the other half.

I told myself to walk away…
just walk away.

You met your fate at the bottom of the lake,
A very grim price to pay.
You done me wrong, now you’re gone,
Now I can walk away…

just walk away.


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 215
For this week’s prompt, write a walking poem. The poem can incorporate any type of walk or form of walking. That includes plays on ideas like the walking dead and dead man walking–or even a Johnny Cash “I Walk the Line” thing-a-ma-do and what-have-you. Keep walking the walk and talking the talk.
(WritersDigest.com)

(Inspired by the song “Miriam” by Norah Jones)


Knock On Wood

 

When I wish and want for things to come true and are good,

I just knock on wood.

 

Like…

 

that my kids would grow up in a nice and safe neighborhood;

[knock on wood]

 

that people would be kind and decent like I know they could;

[knock on wood]

 

that the rich would give to the poor like a modern day Robin Hood;

[knock on wood]

 

that people would respect one another like we know they should;

[knock on wood]

 

and that we would see that life is really simple,

and we could go through it without being misunderstood…

 

knock on wood.

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 312
For today’s prompt, write a knock on wood poem. This might be about a situation that should happen or hopefully will happen. Or I guess it could even involve someone (or something) actually knocking on wood–a table, a door, a window pane, etc. Per usual, feel free to get creative with it.
(WritersDigest.com)


Undying Love

 

12 years ago…

that’s when I met her, sitting on a bench in a park,

I instantly knew she was my soul mate with a fluttering of my heart.

 

11 minutes of silence…

lingered between us before a word was finally spoken,

but since that moment, our connection would never ever be broken.

 

10 years of marriage passed…

And I was to surprise her with a special anniversary night:

a special diamond bracelet because she was the special jewel that surrounded my life.

 

9 candles were burning…

then I was interrupted before I could light one more,

with that single flame missing, someone came knocking at my door.

 

8 gut-wrenching words…

spoken by the officer with compassion in his countenance,

I’ll never forget those words: Sir, your wife has been in an accident.

 

7 blocks from home…

that’s all she had left, she wasn’t very far,

but it was dark and raining and she never saw the other car.

 

6 times she rolled…

after the other driver slammed into her side,

when the paramedics arrived, they said she was lucky to still be alive.

 

5 hours of surgery…

my soul mate lying on a table, her life possibly fading,

I’m outside, alone… pacing, praying, hoping, waiting.

 

4 o’clock in the morning…

anticipating any possible updates or reports,

then I heard the doctor emerge from the operating room doors.

 

3 steps away…

that’s how far the doctor got before I saw the empty look in his eyes,

As he mouthed some words, I felt a numbing coldness rise.

 

2 inaudible words he muttered so softly,

but I knew what they were the moment he saw me.

 

2 inaudible words that brought me to my knees,

they echoed over and over in my mind: I’m sorry.

 

1 breath was all I could take, before

1 tear began to break, that

1 second of tormenting agony, I can never escape.

 

1 wish would make it right, removing

1 thought that haunts me every night, that

1 regret: why didn’t I just pick her up that night?

 

zero minutes go by…

where I don’t think of her, miss her, or love her.

She will forever be with me, and I will never ever forget her.

 

This is my…

Undying Love

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 212
For this week’s prompt, write a descending poem. You know the old saying, “Everything that ascends must descend.” Okay, maybe it goes a little different than that. Anyway, there’s a lot of stuff that descends. Find something and write it!
(WritersDigest.com)


Valentine’s Day Poem

 

Cupid’s Day comes with nobody to share,

Alone in my room I’m left to my own.

Me, myself and I, so full of despair,

I am the eye of a courting cyclone.

 

Standing quite still as life swirls around me,

Hope begins to fade, wishful turns bitter.

Cupid gives up on seizing my bounty,

I am his arrow left in the quiver.

 

But all is not lost to a thing so bleak,

Being single today has a bonus.

The praise of another I need not seek,

Sounds good until I notice the moment.

 

One thought stays that I’d like to get rid of:

Am I content with Losing Grip on love?

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Writing Prompt 02-12-2013
Write a Valentine’s Day poem of no more than 20 lines about spending a Valentine’s Day all by yourself. The only rules are that it must rhyme and the final line of the poem must include the title of your favorite song.
(WritersDigest.com)

Song: Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne


An Evil Net

 

happy valentine’s day
oh, don’t you forget

or you’ll be riding solo
instead of singing a duet

feel the social pressure
of consumerism’s love roulette

buying all those gifts
and adding to your debt

just so you can avoid
making a certain someone upset

candy so sweet
it makes the stomach upset

flowers so pretty
that will soon die if left unkempt

cards full of words
reminiscing of how you first met

ha! society’s subtle pickpocket
call it what it is: theft

they say when and how
love should be expressed

on such a superficial holiday
making it more like a contest

a culture obsessed
feeling compressed
to show their best
cajoled to impress

and yet… rendered sightless

because we fail to realize that VALENTINE
is really spelled: 
AN EVIL NET

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 210
For today’s prompt, I’ve actually got two options:
-Write a valentine poem.
-Write an anti-love poem.
(WritersDigest.com)


Animal Poem

 

I am huge and aloof
And somewhat waterproof
And to tell you the truth
I was even big in my youth

I sleep while standing
Dangerous for my trampling
The distances I can travel
Are truly outstanding

Intelligence is a trait
That I possess so great
I also eat a lot
But in no way overweight

My ears make me famous
Although in a way not shameless
Because of a fictional character
Who shall remain nameless

I have a great memory
I’m desired for my ivory
My skin is quite leathery
I’ve been around since early centuries

I carry a trunk
That contains no junk
Some say it should point up
To bring about good luck

I am the largest mammal
Of all land based animals
My versatile appendage is impressive
With all that it can handle

We are socially blessed
We like to touch and caress
We care for our injured
And grieve for our dead

The wild is our native nest
In zoos we feel compressed
So now I must digress
So I can express
Perhaps suggest
Maybe
Even
Request

Please free us
And return us
To our natural inhabitance

Sincerely
The Elephants

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 209
For this week’s prompt, write a poem somehow influenced by an animal. The animal could be the title of the poem, the subject of the poem, a bit part in the poem. Dive into what it means to be animal or non-animal.
(WritersDigest.com)


Time

 

Tick-tock goes the clock
Continually measuring me nonstop

From a second to a minute to an hour,
I am being multiplied to an infinite power

Amassing many years, months, and weeks
And just when you think I’m done, my cycle repeats

Tick-tock goes the clock….

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 208 (01-30-2013)
For this week’s prompt, write a forever poem. The poem could be about things that last forever, take forever, or play on the concept that nothing lasts forever. So many possibilities exist that I’m sure some poets could write on this prompt forever.
(WritersDigest.com)


a fragile thing

 

A fragile thing

Many words said, eroding his core
All of which belittles his self-worth
Now he surrenders his own assurance
Succumbing to low self-confidence

Everything he once knew of himself
Gone
Only doubt and insecurity remains

 


Copyright © 2013 Andrew Hildreth

 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: 207 (01-23-2013)
For this week’s prompt, write a fragile poem. That is, write a poem that’s either delicate in its construction or is about a subject that is delicate–literally or figuratively or whatever-ly. I expect this prompt to take off in several different directions.
(WritersDigest.com)