The end of another year is just around the corner. It’s a busy season packed with holiday shopping, gatherings with friends and family, and preparations for the new year ahead.
Maybe you don’t have time to sit and write the way you usually do. Maybe your head is spinning with all the things you have to get done. That’s fine. Just set a few minutes aside and let these poetry prompts walk you through a brief writing session.
We’ll keep the focus on things that are going on right now–things like food, holidays, gifts, goals, and the new year.
Poetry Prompts
To use these poetry prompts, simply pick one of the lists below and write a quick poem using all of the words from the list. The lists are categorized to make choosing a little easier. Select the one that speaks to you, and then get busy writing.
If you’re not as busy as everyone else and are feeling up for a bigger challenge, try making one poem with all the words from all the lists. Up the ante by using the list titles as well. If you’re feeling lazy or have an itch to break the rules, go ahead and mix up the lists and pick whatever words you want.
Just remember to have fun.
Holiday | Food | Gifts | End of the Year | New Year |
red suit festival of lights gift winter solstice merry |
baking cookies gravy morsels forks and napkins platter |
shopping bows wrapping gracious sale |
reflecting looking ahead future calendar celebrate |
beginning champagne tomorrow plans hangover day off |
More Tips for Using Poetry Prompts
As you work through these poetry prompts, keep the following tips in mind:
- Try to write about something unexpected. If you choose the “Holiday” list, then make your poem about anything BUT the holidays.
- Mix two or three lists of poetry prompts together and take out some words or add in a few of your own. Then write your poem.
- Use the five list titles rather than the words in the lists.
As always, enjoy your poetry session, and keep writing!
Thanks for the prompt. Here’s what followed:
The Unfinished Marker
Deep on Chameleon Street
beneath a canopy of trees
children free dandelion seeds
in a fierce stampede of feet.
The little parachutes mirror dust
that bedecks the air.
Steel songs ring from
a chisel’s slippery slopes and
collide with the liquid trill
of two wood thrush volleying
a back and forth dance
of voice blending into din.
White flecks fling as a steel point
uncovers an angel hidden in stone.
Up, from alabaster flesh it rises.
One eye surveys the tapestry it joins
to commemorate the soldiers
our city has lost.
Its wings linger inside calcite
waiting to be chiseled into being.
Brenda, that is a beautiful piece of work! I bet you could submit that and get it published!
What a wonderful poem. I love it.