Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 104

For this week’s prompt, we’re going to try something a little different. I want you to respond to this statement: “I’m going to set the world on fire.” You can use that line as the title of your poem and/or in your actual poem. Or you can completely avoid that line, but write a poem as if you are going to (or already have) set the world on fire–whatever you take that to mean. Or you can refute the idea of someone else setting the world on fire. Or take it in a completely different direction. I can’t wait to see how everyone decides to set this blog on fire with their hot writing.


Here’s my attempt:


“Hiking through empty woods”


He splashed his face with creek water. Trees fell,
and we heard animals keep their distance
from us. I spotted minnows hiding near
smooth stones and laughed. He laughed too. Like lightning,
we knew by instinct how to cause thunder. 


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203 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 104

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    world on fire
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    if it’s the last thing I do,
    take this molten liquid
    in a jar off the shelf
    and pour it
    helter skelter
    across the continent
    like a dipping sauce
    fused with bittersweet coco
    and red poblano chiles,
    then set the fuse,
    fan the flames,
    and watch the world
    char itself
    inside out.

    © 2010 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Linda Robertson

    WAITING TO BURN

    I’ve already set the world on fire.

    Now I’m just waiting to burn.

    Burn the midnight oil,
    the last clump of coal,
    my bridges,
    your heart…
    heartburn.

    It all began with fire
    and it will end in fire,
    but this time,
    I’ll be the one rising out of the ashes.

    I’ll be the phoenix
    coming to life again
    after a cleansing by fire.

    Watch out, world,
    here I come.

    Hot and ready
    to be embraced by devotees
    of the prose and poetry
    that live within my burning soul.

    I am fire.

    I am wind.

    I am earth, and I am air.

    I am magic in a handbasket,
    ready for all takers
    to partake of me.

    And if you doubt me,
    just read my lines
    and you will reveal my life.

    I have revealed yours,
    and you didn’t even see it coming.

    Burn, Baby, burn!

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