Writing Poetry From Random Words

Today’s prompt from Poets On The Page was to create a poem using random words found any way you wanted to do it. I took to Facebook and put up a post requesting words. Within minutes I had more than enough words.

Here’s the list they gave me:

hopscotch   purple   Indiana   car   dog   bottle   green   spider   vegan   lucky   great   precious   green   grass   dogs   not for sale

I also received these which I used in a separate piece because they were more nonsensical and needed their own place:

hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia   liver   fungus   Hamlet   unicorn   cheeseball   turkey   sponge   pencil

So here is the result from both. The first poem is entirely haiku stanzas while the second is free verse and more prose than poetry.

Enjoy.

xo Jesi

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An Exercise In Being Random

by Jesi Scott

 

In Indiana

kids in purple clothing play

hopscotch in the heat

 

while spiders weave webs

in cool, shaded green places

and vegans eat lunch

 

inside great buildings

with rooms of precious cold air-

those lucky people

 

stare out windows at

stray dogs playing in green grass,

a not-for-sale sign

 

on a sun-baked car,

and a dog lapping water

from a spilled bottle.

 

When Random Gets Weird

By Jesi Scott

 

As I was eating cheeseballs and reading Hamlet

A little girl with rainbow hair came up to me and said,

“I don’t like fungus or liver because I have

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.”

 

“But I like unicorns and turkey.”

Now, it’s not every day you meet someone who has

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia,

Especially one with rainbow hair.

 

So I nodded and said,

“I’m afraid of sponges and pencils.”

“You’re weird,” she said and skipped happily on her way.

10 comments on “Writing Poetry From Random Words”

  1. Lizzi says:

    Hehehe you are weird and wonderful and these are awesome!

    1. Jesi says:

      Well fudge cookies! I thought I would be able to keep the weird hidden. *le sigh* Guess it’s time for me to come out of the closet. Hi. My name is Jesi, and I am weird.
      #AdmittingIsTheFirstStep

      1. Lizzi says:

        *snorks* I was weird anyway so I have nothing new to admit 😉 <3

        1. Jesi says:

          Which is why we were drawn to each other, I’m sure. 😉

          1. Lizzi says:

            Definitely. Isn’t there some quote floating around about letting your weird hang out, and the people who come and be weird with you are your tribe? 🙂

            1. Jesi says:

              “When you find people who not only tolerate your quirks but celebrate them with cries of “me too!” be sure to cherish them. Because those weirdos are your tribe.” Yep. Love it.
              But this may be my favorite:
              “It is nice to find your tribe, or actually, what happens is your tribe finds you; and you are so happy.” ~Lucille Clifton.

              1. Lizzi says:

                THAAAAT’S the one <3 Heheheh

                The other one is good too 😀

  2. bobcabkings says:

    They are both delightful. When the going gets weird, the weird thrive. It was fun contributing some words.

    1. Jesi says:

      Thank you for contributing, sir. It was fun trying to figure out a way to do justice to the poem with the words given. 🙂

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