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🦋 Happy #NaPoWriMo Adventurers! 🦋 This year, we've put together a special prompt list for our community + any curious passersby. Prompts were made by me, Maria @shylovrs so feel free to tag the guild + moi! Use the #AdventurersWrite or #ShyPrompts to share your work!
And if you'd like to join a community of dedicated writers and creatives this April, the guild's doors are open! Check the link in bio or click here to gain access to our discord!
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poetryorchard · 4 months
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Join @nashira in her first writing workshop of the year on LIST POEMS! (this is my first time facilitating in 4 months 🥹💚 come write list poems with me?)
🎟️Tickets £1+ Attendance NOT required! Feel free to sign just for the materials!
Sign up here 💚
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cozy-cosmic-horror · 7 months
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Doing some thinking on the Speaker of the poems I write. I have experimented with shifts in perspective, or the speaker representing a collective. Sometimes my speaker is internal to the poem, sometimes it's an external narrator. But what about inanimate speakers? The knife's perspective as it cuts flesh, the bone's perspective as it's ripped free, the perspective of the sand as water carries it up and down the shore.
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I'll be turning this in for a peer workshop but I'm nervous so before I submit it can anyone tell me if I even have anything to work from here? I've never written a poem before and Idk if I even have a good starting point. Can I please get some cc or advice?
The Escape and Return
Worn-out shoes sit by the storm door,
Its squeal a siren
Warning me of your leaving.
Big brown eyes
Scared-
Dart around and land on mine
The glass in the window
Instantly a brick wall
You saw me cry before you turned-
Running for the ally.
This yard was once so full of life;
A sacred comfort.
Now every corner is filled with death;
Decay.
The rotting crabapple tree.
Your escape
wrapped me in grief,
Filled me with anger.
Turned skies grey.
It was snowing when you came back
As something else entirely.
I couldn’t even see
Your breath in the cold dry air
Because you no longer
Held warmth.
And being in your arms
Made me miss you more
Than anything.
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scumgristle · 6 months
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"the most vocal critic (in the class) is always the least talented" - observation about the "critique sessions" of art school workshops.
UGH that just dragged up some bullshit from the poetry workshop memory hole.
there was this one tit-with-ears, who somehow AL.WAYS. ended up in the same workshops as me. he had more absences than anymore, when he did show up he was always late, wearing the clothes his fat ass slept in, he almost NEVER finished his assignments, and on the rare occasion when he did turn something in, it was always like maybe 5 lines of dashed off twaddle about TEH PAIN.
of course he thought all the assigned texts were shit on his bunny slippers (Richard Siken and Dana Levin didn't meet lofty standards), and when it came time to critique the work of the students (those who actually... y'know... DID THE CUNTING WORK), that's where he was a Viking; cutting down others with needlessly snarky viciousness. one time i sincerely thought i would pop a blood vessel after he smugly stated the class that piece submitted for the class "had nothing there" ("well you are the expert in having nothing there" i screamed in a fit of road rage on the way to band practice later that night)
when the professor(s) would pull him aside and call him on his lack of energy, dearth of enthusiasm, and all-around shitbrick of a personality in general, he would get on his high horse about his "pRocEsS". personally witnessed one of these petulant meltdowns, when this pick-faced meatball got in the professor's face and shouted "THAT'S NOT WHY I WRITE!!!!"
i don't really have a capper to this other than i can still work up some raw anger over this dead-souled cartoon chud from my glorified community college workshops.
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lifeonkylesfarm · 8 months
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poetry workshop got me hardcore mad at other people's criticisms like I love this person's poem and someone had a note/criticism I HIGHLY disagree with and I'm like you are going to RUIN this MASTERPIECE with your negligence
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orlandoferrand · 2 months
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Join NYPL and New York Writers Workshop for a special writing workshop series, Unbound: Writing in a Contentious Landscape.
Celebrate books for all and explore writing prowess with multi-genre writing courses featured around freedom of self-expression and ideas of censorship.
Writing Free-of-Hate Writing with Orlando Ferrand
This event will take place in person at the Woodstock Branch Library. Join our writing workshop, where we’ll practice respect and acceptance while examining assumptions and preconceptions by looking closely at our own short memoir and poetry writing exercises to uncover the root of hate—ignorance as we read and reflect on some of the themes addressed by writers of the most recently banned books in the U.S.
In person; 75-minute workshop
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heartwylde · 5 months
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Join me for a weekend of virtual generative poetry workshops April 5-7, 2024 for the Martha’s Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing!
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I am thrilled to announce that I’m teaching a special weekend of virtual generative poetry workshops through the Martha’s Vineyard Institute of Creative Writing April 5-7, 2024! Give yourself the gift of a concentrated weekend of fun writing prompts, with audio, video, & poetic inspiration, all in a welcoming, inspiring environment with an awesome fellow group of poets! We’ll get a bunch of new poems drafts begun! Plus I’ll give a poetry reading and there will be open mics for attendees to share and celebrate their work! Hot damn this is going to be a blast. Register now!
For more info (including info about fellowships) and to register: https://www.mvicw.com/weekend-seminars
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when i was younger
i loved my birthday
presents and parties with all of my friends
as the years dragged on and the knives manufactured by resentment and annoyance were bought
i started to dislike them
the feeling of loneliness that has slowly crept in in the last six years
has made me hate the day that gave me life
those major celebrations already given to an older sibling
16, 18, and now i will sit for my 21st birthday in a city i don’t know
grieving a different life with a different outcome
wondering why i am always alone
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✨A WILD WORKSHOP APPEARS ✨
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We're happy to announce we're hosting another workshop collab with @poetryorchard this Sunday, April 16! We'll be featuring work by Cass Almonte and Skyler Witherspoon so please join up!
Workshop materials will be sent out 24 hrs prior (a little different than typical!) so please keep that in mind.
See you there!
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poetryorchard · 11 months
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poets, lovers, friends: please join us on Friday, June 16 @ 2 PM EDT for a poetry workshop inspired by Howl's Moving Castle!
we will read poems about the movie, and explore an overall theme of the blessing/affliction of having a heart. reblogs appreciated💗
sign up here!
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cozy-cosmic-horror · 7 months
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Alright @idkmanwhatdoyouexpect poetry time. I got a poetry assignment due this evening, and I have a little clue what to write about, so I'm knocling two birds out with one stone here. My professor can be concerned all she wants.
So if I recall: Body Horror was one of the big motifs, with an emphasis on being ripped apart and flayed skin. I also know my worst dysphoric episode would be a good Emotional-Well to tap into, since in my experience, the best poetry has a genuine emotion and memory behind it. I described it as my body feeling like it was on fire as I was shaking helplessly, experiencing depersonalization and feeling like I was trapped in some sort of grotesque pile of meat that didn't belong to me.
That's not enough though. Can I ask what you're looking for out of this poem? What emotions are significant to you, when it comes to this idea of being ripped apart? Is it alluring like Hera w/ cannibalism? Or is it more a Morbid Fascination? Is there any art or music that comes to mind? Or maybe some ideas aside from removing skin or body parts? Specific forms of imagery or emotion?I'm thinking in this poem the horror is self inflicted, from that perspective of depersonalization, but I'm interested in your thoughts.
Basically, I want to get an idea of what I'm working with, my form of poetic research. Doesn't matter what it is, any little thing that comes to your mind is more I can work with. Obviously, I can't promise I'll incorporate everything, but having a diverse set of resources makes it easier to create a good poem.
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its forever but it's now but it's the past but it's the future
its everything and it's nothing and it's something in between
i feel it in my teeth and in my bones and the slippery places between my joints
i see it in the mirror and in his eyes and in her lips and crawling under my own skin
i taste it on my tongue as it slides down my throat
i smell it on my clothes and it lingers on the drapes and in my sheets
i hear it in your favorite song and in the wind alike
i walk alongside it as i travel toward it while I'm running away from it
its carried by ocean waves and dandelion seeds
it dances across the ripples in the creek
it settles in the silt under the river
it will be claw it's way out of the earth like a fossil
or a curse 
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The Serpent
Woman
Cold blue burning magenta
A rest heavy like lead, like icy shores
Rushing, writhing, grasping, curling
Some believe that the world is circled
By a giant snake eating his own tail-
The edge of the universe,
The edge of knowing,
The edge of water.
There is green and teal and white
Dappled light on foam, on fur, on skin.
Silver eyes like the shimmer of metal,
The sheen of insect wings
Spirals are a sacred symbol of the soul,
The turn of the gaze,
the swirl of a snails shell.
She.
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