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:new: I wanted to remind everyone that this list is up here! Hopefully those who are participating in NaPoWriMo this year will find this list helpful. You also might enjoy an archive I've begun compiling of visual art pieces with great titles and songs/music videos that I've found useful for writing:… :new:

National Poetry Writing Month starts tomorrow! Don't forget to check out the official page (>here<) for details and prompts over the course of the month. Also, as always, if you are in need of more prompts, be sure to take a look at our Prompt-er-ly-ness blog for some ideas!

And now, down to business....


For the past year, I have been working slowly on something I've termed the "100 Poem Project." The idea is, I've created a list of 100 topics, some of them simply nouns, some verbs, some famous people, some song titles, etc. etc. I've been using these themes to write poems, one per topic. To help you all through NaPoWriMo, I thought I'd post my list for you.

:star:But that's not all!:star:

I am opening a folder in the gallery called "100 Poem Topics." Anyone may submit to this folder, whether they are a member of this group or not! I'm trying to help out everyone who is participating in NaPoWriMo, so I want this tool to be available to EVERYONE! The project details are as follows...:pc:

:bulletpurple: You may only submit one poem per week.

:bulletblue:  You do not need to post any questions for critique or a link to a critique of anyone else's poem. However, you must mention this project in your artists comments and the topic off of which you have based your poem. Pieces that do not have this will be declined.

:bulletgreen: Over the course of the month of April, I will be keeping track of the poems written for each topic. At the beginning of May, I will post a master list of all of the submitted pieces and everyone who has participated in a news article.

I really hope you all participate! :) In case you need some inspiration, or want to know more about how it works, feel free to pop on over to my 100 Poem Project Journal. And don't forget, if a topic doesn't make ANY SENSE to you, just google search it. Some of these topics are actually scientific terms, or famous people, or song titles. And if it's a song, going and listening to it on youtube might help you out a LOT.

And last but not least...

:star:THE LIST:star:

1. We Will Become Silhouettes
2. Carbon
3. Pulchritude
4. Tenuousness
5. South by southwest
6. Cold Mountain, North Carolina
7. Thunderstorms
8. Psalms
9. Asheville, NC
10. James Taylor
11. North Carolina (in general)
12. Particle physics
13. Isaac Asimov
14. Terraforming
15. River of Lover
16. Bogota
17. Erinaceousness
18. Virgil
19. Zen Buddhism
20. Voodoo
21. the Arctic Circle
22. Fairytales
23. Leonardo da Vinci
24. Dream transcription
25. Sojourn/the Monomyth
26. Herbalism
27. King Arthur
28. Gothic style
29. Change
30. Heirlooms
31. Texture
32. the Universe
33. the 'Verse
34. Quietness
35. Immortality
36. My Hands
37. Famous Quotation
38. Classical Composition
39. Thunderbird
40. Drowning
41. Down to Earth
42. Superfluidity
43. Piezoelectric Surfaces
44. Personhood
45. Constellations
46. Hitchhiking
47. Electricity
48. Folklore
49. History of Writing
50. Weaving
51. Bonfire
52. Salt of the Earth
53. Enigma
54. Hermit
55. Language
56. Thought
57. Cliff Diving
58. Fear
59. Boundaries
60. Flightless Bird, American Mouth
61. Soul
62. Quartz Crystal
63. Eclipse
64. Python
65. Steam
66. Elementals
67. Hippy
68. Ice
69. the Nine Muses
70. Alice
71. Technology and Humanity
72. June flowers
73. Frivolous
74. Taoism
75. Comers Rock, Virginia
76. Black-Eyed Susans
77. Where Our Destination Lies
78. Sapience
79. Good Omens
80. Puzzle Pieces
81. South African Tea
82. Odysseus
83. Hinduism
84. Hermaphrodeities
85. Barefoot
86. Divination
87. Grapefruit
88. Rocks and Water
89. Equinox
90. Time
91. Resurrection/Reincarnation
92. Qualia
93. Complexity from Simplicity (Emergence)
94. Luck
95. Satellite
96. Magpie to the Morning
97. Albert Einstein
98. Death
99. Vincent Van Gogh
100. Cycle
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Voices from Saginaw, MI: 1952-1974
                Dad would ask so many questions                            I hated interpreting
for him                         hands stuck on refrain                   it wasn’t that my parents were deaf
        but that other parents could hear                    I found that strange                        we had to move
:iconnestalgica:Nestalgica 91 71
don't get tired of elephants yet
I've had my crippling moments.
They'd either start in my stomach
with an ache like broken glass
or stab me right in the catharsis,
somewhere near my heart or breath
or maybe my left foot.
I wouldn't know how it feels
to hurt to walk, but I imagine
with a destination like farther,
it's no pilgrimage.
So take the burden off your back.
Life is not a sandstorm
and your lungs are only a mirage
if you expect to see your breath
every time you breathe.
So take a breath
back, just one step
and listen with your smoke signals.
Help is on the way.
I just can't promise
it knows much about this lifetime.
It's the same way I could never promise
elephants remember everything
or that every Elvis impersonator
means thank you very much outside
of his facade. Don't bother asking God either.
He wouldn't know and he wouldn't care.
He's still trying to number the hairs
on my head, hoping he won't lose count.
Our days are often double-digit jerseyed.
And go ahead and tell me now that this isn't a game.
Very f
:iconsolaces:Solaces 184 51
outgrowing gills
sea-cradled urchin 
child has a salty heart yearnin'
for a glimpse of mother moon
tiny spiked wunderkind
punk, studded belt
you know life's answers well
shuffling through the seaweed-less halls
missing the ocean swell
tidal waves foaming at the mouth
everyone is laughing now
at the boy born on a boat one sunny afternoon
cause mama loved the sea like lovers love the sheets
landlocked kid is homesick and
sea sure, he's searching for the sea shore 
life's a blur for Davy Jones at his locker
capsized by sea-legs on solid ground, he finds his seizures
and he hates his earth mother
he hates her
for falling for the ocean and 
how he's rocked by the moon
how he's mesmerized by her glow
her pull on his sea-conceived cells
he hates her too
for the puking in the stalls
for the ridicule
:icon0hgravity:0hgravity 27 83
Big fire.
Big Fire came
during dry-sand summer.
I still remember
my roots ached and
Lake shrank away
until I could not feel her.
Sky had nothing, either –
blue eyes dry;  
the blackflies, heat-dead, gone too.
Parched, we prayed to
Rain Spirit.
I was young, just
ten rings, and this
my first baking heat.
Like my aspen brothers further south,
I trembled.  
But rain came one night,  
dark, in sating sheets,  
and we drank
big, long draughts,
while Sand got thick and wet
and Lake rose up again.
But too greedy then
were we, and forgot
our Southern brothers when
our Sky tried to make Rain stay  
in just this forest.   
The Clouds, angered,
cracked out their rage
in bright jabs
until they hit Big Mother,
Seed Mother,
across the shore from me.
She, the driest of us all,
had given everything to her children;
she smouldered,
injured, and could not
dampen the fire
in her heart.
That's how Big Fire came,
bright and hot,
and burned them all
:iconoritpetra:OritPetra 16 35
in the deep
oh, you wire waisted
lace-straightened grace laden
heart beholden siren, you cannot be
held or felt or signed or spelt
by these airy hands, no.
this immaterial heart will not beat
for the shallower water that cannot
wash away the stealth of your song
twisting tendrils around variable beat.  
adrenalin is my boat and i
am sinking as tides rise high,
as sky sighs over the skin of silence
between your notes falling like rain.  
i cannot put the drops back into clouds like
we cannot steal the salt from the louder ocean
for your eyes cry crystals that crush
the endless mill and fill the bottomless
spill of lightless depths, your niche
no human eye can see, your story
no human voice can leave, and yet
we do not believe.
:iconprairiedaisy:prairiedaisy 24 84
Christmas Poem: Christmas Greeting -Christmas by CliveBlake Christmas Poem: Christmas Greeting -Christmas :iconcliveblake:CliveBlake 85 88 To Have And To Hold  -Phoetry by Clive Blake by CliveBlake To Have And To Hold -Phoetry by Clive Blake :iconcliveblake:CliveBlake 40 44
The Mermen
At night we go down to the sea,
And drown ourselves.
Peel away our skins to reveal the
Wet, gelatinous mess of our muscle and fat and fin.
At night we go down, down to the ocean,
At night we shed our flesh,
And wear the shards of
Moonlight, sand and spray like shivering, nascent scales.
At night we go down, inexorably to the ocean,
Fold and hide our skins
In the rockpools, in the cold
Salt-water steppe. We play at being, just for a while.
At night we go down to the sea bed,
Curl up on the patterned
Sand, the ridges of our bodies,
Entwine and lose ourselves, in doing so find each other.
At night we go down to the ocean,
And drown ourselves.
In the morning we stitch each other
Back into our malformed flesh.
Rub the sand from our eyes,
Brush the salt out of our hair
And wash it from our lips.
Remove the scent of brine from our
Minds, the feel of
Muscle, fat and fin.
And we play at being human.
Keep my face from the sea, and
Turn my face from you.
If, when we play at being human, we glimps
:iconprettythings9:PrettyThings9 41 40
We laid you in the earth
as the day reached its close.
The afternoon's thunderstorms
passed to the east and in the west
the sun burned brilliant,
its diurnal death a ruddy kiss
upon our swollen cheeks.  
That morning you looked at me
from the backseat and suddenly
you knew what we meant by
"it's time."  And you let go so quick,
so quiet – your tail thumped, thumped
against the clinic floor, then stopped;
your face was a calm, golden yellow.
The tears did not come then
in the office, transactional and sterile,
but as my bare feet picked up the rain  
lingering upon the backyard grass –
here where you scouted out smells  
and followed us children about,
nosing our pockets for something tasty.   
Tonight, the hollyhocks are in bloom
beside the old oak tree in whose
shade you curled up, contented
as you aged to simply watch over us
and paw at the occasional acorn.  
You never asked for much – a little lov
:iconoritpetra:OritPetra 21 34
Sleeping Cat
The fat,
mouse gorged
tabby cat
Was drinking the sun,
On the farmhouse wall.
And nobody could move him.
     Not the dog.
     Not the farmer.
     Not the boy.
     Not the girl.
     And not even
     The milkman.
And yet for want
of a delicate butterfly
fluttering by
amongst the rye
The fat,
mouse gorged
tabby cat
Doth pounce.
:iconateliergames:AtelierGames 11 10
Montserrat Summer
Go, then -
chase after him
in your best dress
and those boots
that make your feet
like perfect ladies
and ask him
why he likes his life
and if he finds you
Unearth him
and ask why he spent
last summer in Montserrat,
drinking you away
on sands
that blazed copper
at noon,
till the ropes
ate away his hands
and the canvas
became a drug.
Tell him
you are a mermaid
or Venus
rising from December
and cloud his senses
with that perfume
you wear
like a paramour
and find
that his weak spot
is just
where you left it.
And promise
you will dance
for his eyes only
and make your kisses
the way he likes them -
too raw
for only
one night to hold,
and whisper
that his arms
are secrets
believing in.
:iconpoetrymann:Poetrymann 207 187
In the wake of multiple futures we break apart.
You find the point where the sun rises
solamente al cielo and I go to the river
where wind falls into my watery eyes
and cascades over the back of my neck
and here I know how life throbs
caught in flesh, I know the hearts
of lonely people sin alas tenues
serpentine and thrashing.
You had given me a full look, a look with all
the cycles in it, a look that made
Hudsons of my jawlines, por supuesto
we were serendipitous, and
I couldn't keep my hands off you
and sure, it was temporary para siempre
but we will return to classic rock
and Atlantic conversations,
I will return to kiss salt off your skin
and drag all the love out of your eyes again
when we can let go and the ocean ends
:iconarchelyxs:archelyxs 48 79
I must have lost myself
in the distance between
what was and what is
trying to look towards the future
and towards the past
and instead just getting
confused about forwards and back
I must have taken
a wrong turn between
almost and already there
because this distance is
supposed to be short,
but I've been walking
for miles and miles
and my destination
is nowhere in sight
I must have the knack
for falling into pit holes in the
roads that separate the beginning
and the end
because I never seem to finish anything.
And maybe I'm  just too good at quitting,
but I've walked this walk four times too many
and still, I've yet to see the end
I must have walked across
the line between black and white
too many times because
I've found myself in this strange gray area
between truth and lies
but life's too boring with only three colors
so let me leave this maze of mess ups and mistakes
let me step out of this monotone world
so I can search for the other side of the rainbow
:iconsugarcovereddreams:SugarCoveredDreams 19 19
Thirst of a Poet
the bards have bumblebees in their mouths,
for language is babbling,
a brook in a bowl, joy brimming;
billowing, rippling, surging –
and spilling; sashaying down,
with a swaying sound (oh-so wistful, oh).
language is burbling,
an impish kiss of mouth from mouth;
bewildering, baffling, bemusing –
and tricking; tumbling round,
to touch a fellow Fool and his nought (so wistful, oh),
and disturbs a Poet, who slips
into a dream of a vagabond –
"where are you calling from?" he murmurs,
in his sleep, and the newspaper flutters
with a snore; then rests on his chin (just so, oh),
and language sidles past him up to me,
and places a river upon my lips,
wistful, oh.
:iconvigilo:Vigilo 33 48
"Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them." ~Nathaniel Hawthorne


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Please be aware that this is a poetry-only community.

This group is dedicated to the creation of excellent poetry and our growth as artists. In an attempt to avoid groups with lots of deviants and lots of submissions that nobody reads, I have developed these rules:


:bulletred:Press the "Join" button!
:bulletred:In the space for comments, please write "I read and understood the rules." If you do not have any poetry in your gallery, please clarify that you will be submitting poetry to the group.


:bulletorange:DO NOT submit to the "Featured" folder. This folder is reserved for monthly featured pieces - this means your work MAY end up in there anyway ;p
:bulletorange:You may only submit one poem per week, so MAKE IT COUNT!
:bulletorange:In the artist's comments, on each piece you submit, you must link to a recent (within 1 week) critique of someone else's poem. this does NOT have to be an official critique. For more help, see this: thewrittenrevolution.deviantar…
:bulletorange:In the artist's comments, on each piece you submit, you must post at least two questions to direct critique. If you need help, you might find this useful: thewrittenrevolution.deviantar…
:bulletorange:Please note that submission rules are different for the "Critique, Please!" folder. See below.
:bulletorange:Rules for submitting to the 100 Poem Topics are also different, but fairly easy: you must list the poem topic you used for the piece in the artist's comments. For more information, and a list of the topics, please check out the blog:…

(Please be aware, a critique does NOT have to be one of the official, premium members-only options. It is simply a critical comment on someone else's piece. For assistance, be sure to check out the "Critique Tutorials" collection.)

:work:CRITIQUE, PLEASE!:work:
:bulletyellow: Please only submit works-in-progress to the "Critique, Please" folder.
:bulletyellow: Submissions to this folder must have at least 2 questions to direct critique, but do NOT need to include a link to critique of someone else's poem.


:bulletgreen:Suggestions for group favorites must be submitted by group members, but do not have to have been written by them.
:bulletgreen:Suggestions for group favorites must be of excellent quality and preferably a finalized work.
:bulletgreen:The main favorites category is for poetry ONLY. We do, however, recognize non-poetic masterpieces in the Prose Favorites and the Non-Literature Favorites folders. Make sure you suggest your favorite to the correct folder!

Other than that, HAVE FUN! :blowkiss:


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LestatdeSangNoir Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I read and understood the rules. I write gothic/vampire/horror poetry. Hope you will accept me. 
TheEssenceOfArt Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
i have read the rules and understand them and have only one question. I don't write poetry a lot, but sometimes have a nack to write it, is that acceptable in this group?  
AzizrianDaoXrak Featured By Owner Jan 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
You don't have to write poetry a lot! ^^ But if you would like to share it, that is the purpose of the group!
brookelind2000 Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
nevermind my joining i meant to join with my other account >.<
chapaV Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2013  Professional Writer
Also, is it safe to submit prose poetry? I've got a stubborn piece in need of a critique.
AzizrianDaoXrak Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Hmmm, yeah I think that should be fine ^^
Pieplate Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Student Writer
who got second and third in the inner divinity contest
AzizrianDaoXrak Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You can view the contest results here: [link]

Thanks so much for entering! :)
chapaV Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2013  Professional Writer
I totally wonder how that conversation played out lulz.
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