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Prompt #123, It’s Post Your Poems Day!

September 19, 2012


Poem leftovers!

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Poem leftovers! Well this was a sort of “found poem” kind of prompt, however, where we asked you to look was into your own lost and left over poem bits. We suggested you find ideas that maybe started well but then went to seed, getting set aside for some other rainy, or sunny, day. So we wanted to make this “that day” when your orphan words could come out to play.

Maybe looking, considering new combinations, a bit of this and that, could find new breath you didn’t see or expect before. Maybe one partial poem could talk with another and find new meaning in that relationship. (Or if you like, think of it as good poem ecology, not wasting what was at some point in your thoughts “a good idea”.) So, how’d you do? Here’s the ladle, what you got? Time to share your poems now


Don’t have a poem yet? Perhaps read a few done by others here, be inspired. There’s still plenty of time to discover a poem for yourself!

Leave the links to your poems in the comments of this post, then go visit your fellow writers’ sites and read their work. Remember to leave only positive comments in the spirit of sharing and not critiquing. We look forward to reading your poems!

Please remember to include a link with your blog poem post that links right back to here, this “Post Your Poems Day”, so that others reading your poem can also share in this community poem experience – maybe even someone new to We Write Poems!

If you are new to WWP, please be welcome to look around and read. The full prompt description you can find under “Recent Posts” on the top right of our page.

  1. September 19, 2012 12:10 am

    Here’s a poem of disconnected scraps for you:

  2. September 19, 2012 12:11 am

    Here’s a mishmash of disconnected scraps for you:

  3. September 19, 2012 12:17 am

    Mine is one vivid memory that took a long time to write.


  4. September 19, 2012 12:29 am

    Two birds with one stone or, in this case, make that two prompts with one poem. Here’s mine..
    Mom’s Closet of Many Colors

  5. September 19, 2012 1:57 am

    OK, proving that I really am this slow! Here’s my poem for last week’s prompt. Busy week, but far more, the prompt made me think and think into the process, and why not?, as if real. And how would I really answer that?
    sixteen thoughts going on six

  6. September 19, 2012 2:05 am

    I did try and got glitched, so here we go again.

  7. September 19, 2012 4:28 am

    Well, I began this as I was supposed to, but only a couple of fragments wound up making it intp the poem. I like the result, though.

  8. September 19, 2012 4:49 am

    How lovely to be thoroughly indulgent with my poem. This is a cento of my lines, as I changed nothing. The lines came from at least a dozen different drafts.
    I’ll be back to read.

  9. September 19, 2012 6:33 am

    Out of my leftover, I created this week’s poem: 1 in 88, Nicole Style


  10. September 19, 2012 6:35 am

    I do want to come back and read, I’ve some errands this morning… but as I wrote this two days ago…Please enjoy:

  11. September 19, 2012 6:59 am

    Herewith, a collection of Strings

  12. September 20, 2012 9:19 am

    Fragments from a Forgotten Dream

    In the darkness where I sit and listen
    I remember how, as children we would
    Try to become invisible.

    It is very dark tonight – no moon
    And the stars are hidden by clouds.
    Perfect for invisibility.

    We would spy on people – we could see them
    But they couldn’t see us , (Could adults become

    Was it Captain Marvel who first became invisible?
    Superman? Or Batman –. Spiderman? They could do so
    Many things – We would try and always fail..

    Of all the images that linger from my childhood
    It is these super-heroes that are still popular.

    Does every person born yearn to become more
    Than he/she is? When do we realize we need to do
    More than say a magic word? How would we use
    Our superpowers?
    We would always be the same person.

    In the distance, heat lightning.
    The warm days passing.

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