Creative Writing, 125 (Monsters Cinquain)

Monsters.

Creeping under

the stairs. Hiding beneath

my bed. Too afraid to come out into

the light.

Creative Writing, 125 (Boyfriend Cinquain)

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend. He could be

my boyfriend. Never let

him go. I'd never be alone.

Swaggie.

Sup.

Creative Writing, 125 (Slam Poetry)

What do you do when the words refuse

to amuse your demands to expand from the bland?

When you yearn to earn a passing grade,

but the words fail to come to your aide?

When no inspiration for the gestation and

creation of intertwined beauty comes to mind?

When your brain lacks the restraint not to be

swayed by the simplest vein of distraction?

What do you do?

You give in.

Creative Writing, 125 (Doctor Who Cinquain)

Create a poem for something unusual in front of you. A watercolour painting I made for an art class of the Tardis from Doctor Who.  Honestly, I used actual quotes from a scene and lined them in a cinquain since they fit so well.

Don’t blink.

Don’t look away.

They’re fast. Faster than you

can believe. If you blink, you’re dead.

Good luck.

Creative Writing, 125 (Cowboy Brawl)

Pick words at random and add them to the poem (stool, spar, caterpillar, ink, moustache, wine):

Sprawled upon a stool,

casually draped across the bar,

he motions for another,

as smoke swirls from his cigar.

Spurred steps break the silence,

the wooden boards begin to whine.

Itching for a spar, he bellows,

“Turn and face me, you swine!”

Caterpillar moustache chuckles,

as the man finishes his drink.

“Son, that’s a mighty fine offer,

but your post ain’t worth the ink.”

Not one to be made a fool,

the hot headed youth went for his gun.

In a blink, the job was done,

“I wish you hadn’t done that, Son.”