a place for all of my poetry prompt poems for the first five years. |
| Here's a new poetry form. Terza Rima is the name. Seven syllables the norm. Writing this isn't the same. Syllables are hard to fit. Rhyming words isn't a game. Writing this I want to quit. Writing this poem is so hard. Now I will let this poem sit. I will go play in the yard. This is not a greeting card. prompt ▶︎ |