February Poetry Adventure Prompts
Return as Needed
Technically, February Poetry Adventure 2024 is over. (Can an adventure ever truly be over? I think not.) But, you can revisit this list of prompts any time you want, and always feel free to share your creations in the comments or under one of the prompt notes, which are linked below. I hope the Adventure of poetry thrills you, sends you out exploring, and brings you joy as you sit around the fire of creativity.
And I hope to see you on the Adventure next year. :)
Hi! And welcome to #FebruaryPoetryAdventure. I’m glad you’re joining us. :)
This post is the repository for the daily prompt words. It’s also a place to return to if you need a pick-me-up, encouragement, or just a moment to realize how awesome and brave you are for taking this time to write, create, explore, and play with poetry.
Because social media is exhausting and because Substack Notes can be difficult to find in the endless scroll, I will be updating this post every day at 12am (PST) with the prompt word. (Just to be clear, I won’t be emailing the updated post every day.) So, if you don’t want to scroll Notes or Instagram, you can pop back here and find what you’re looking for. (I may also add small notes of encouragement as we go. 😉)
You are welcome to share your poems and/or links to your poem posts here in the comments, but I would love for you to post them under the daily Note with the corresponding prompt word as well. This isn’t a requirement, just something I’m excited to see. And I’m hoping the daily Note will be the place for us all to encourage each other and cheer each other on. 😀 And, if you do dip your toes into the Instagram pond, you can hashtag your poem #FebruaryPoetryAdventure to add it to the collection there.
Now, for the first prompt!
Optional Daily Poetry Prompts
Day 8: Socks (P.S. You made it through the first week of February Poetry Adventure!!! Amazing job! Keep it up. You’re awesome. 😀)
Day 11: Spider (P.S. You’ve officially made it one-third of the way through the Adventure! You’re awesome! Keep exploring.)
Day 14: Compass (You’re almost halfway through the Adventure! Keep exploring. You’re doing awesome!)
Day 22: Flannel (You’ve made it three weeks! That’s amazing. Take a moment. to see what creative energy you would like to invite in for this last week — playfulness, focus, judgement-free writing, relaxation, better snacks, routine, stretching creatively, cheering yourself on — and, if it’s right for you, take. a moment to invite that intention in, and then allow yourself to settle into it this next week. And remember, you’re awesome!)
Day 25: Cabin (Only five days of the Adventure left!)
Day 27: Bear (Three days left!)
Day 28: Marshmallow (Two days left!)
Day 29: Quilt (You’ve made it to the final day! If it feels right for you, take a moment as you sit down to write and breathe in the experience of creating, of yourself as you create, and of the experience you’ve had this last month.)
Okay, see you back here (or in the Notes) tomorrow! And I can’t wait to see what you create.
Love you, Petra ❤️
P.S. You’ve totally got this and remember to let yourself have fun.😀
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For forty-five years
He smoked. Then he blamed himself
For dying. No words.
(Sometimes a haiku
Writes itself, with a small prompt.
Afterwards, you cry).
Sometimes I feel like
A flashlight.
I am only as good
As the size of my beam.
I feel hidden,
Waiting for a storm to come.
Only when the power is out
And everything is
Darker than pitch
Do people call my name.
And yet,
I always answer.