Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 313

I hope everyone’s having a great summer so far. In some ways, today’s prompt seems like it’d be most appropriate in the April PAD Challenge (specifically on the 15th!), but maybe it is even more appropriate on a day well past tax day.

For today’s prompt, write an evasive poem. Of course, yes, evading taxes, but also, a person can evade questions, lovers (especially if there are multiple lovers), work, and responsibility. The hunted try to evade hunters; criminals attempt to evade the law. And so on.


Build an Audience for Your Poetry tutorialBuild an Audience for Your Poetry!

Learn how to find more readers for your poetry with the Build an Audience for Your Poetry tutorial! In this 60-minute tutorial, poets will learn how to connect with more readers online, in person, and via publication.

Poets will learn the basic definition of a platform (and why it’s important), tools for cultivating a readership, how to define goals and set priorities, how to find readers without distracting from your writing, and more!

Click to continue.


Here’s my attempt at an Evasive Poem:


it’s not that i shirk my work
(i’m not that kind of a jerk)

but i like to make my job
fun so that it’s not a job

so much as a new challenge
(not a parasitic mange)

something that when i’m away
i look forward to the day

when my challenge will return
& the midnight oil will burn


roberttwitterimageRobert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community, which means he maintains this blog, edits a couple Market Books (Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market), writes a poetry column for Writer’s Digest magazine, leads online education, speaks around the country on publishing and poetry, and a lot of other fun writing-related stuff.

Robert evaded work (for the most part) while on vacation, but he’s back to the grind (which isn’t really much of a grind, after all). And he’s the author of Solving the World’s Problems.

Follow him on Twitter @RobertLeeBrewer.


Find more poetic posts here:

You might also like:

  • No Related Posts

242 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 313

  1. taylor graham


    Put down the pen you’re clasping
    like a last hope – it’s not half so vibrant
    as that pencil of morning light
    through the window, or the semi-sweet
    sting of March
    before you thought of spring.
    Put down your pen with its gallons
    of inky words. They’ve all been said.
    Open the door and listen.
    Out of silence, nothing
    so insistent, so high-
    energy jubilant as that robin
    the coming season,
    no matter what you say.

  2. taylor graham


    Nothing mechanical, nothing the dispatchers
    can send help for. She sits on the curb as if
    waiting for a ride, a conjunction of planets
    in broad daylight, the green tidings of grass
    in the public parks and cemeteries, here
    where a crow cocks its head to a siren’s
    wail and the silence following.

  3. josephdaniel

    Spin Cycle

    We’re all trying to evade the inevitable
    for as long as we possibly can
    When they finally come knockin’
    and shush me from talkin’
    I don’t want to be buried in the ground
    Don’t want to keep on spinning around
    I don’t want to be cremated
    Those damn fires, I’ve always hated
    Just say a prayer, cleanse me of sin
    and drop me in the recycle bin
    I want to come back and do it again

  4. josephdaniel

    Environmental Evasion

    This isn’t a circus ride
    where you take the world for a spin,
    devoid of any sense of responsibility
    for its upkeep and maintenance.
    Neglect and respect can’t coincide
    when you’re just along for the ride.

  5. strandedmoon

    But recently

    It’s not that I don’t like the feelings
    But recently I fed up with all love talk

    It’s not that I am lazy and unwilling
    But recently I like better to take naps

    It’s not that I don’t want to find me richer
    But recently it seems I’m business lack

    It’s not that I don’t have the goal of living
    But recently I think I ran really fast

    It’s not that I don’t think of moving
    But let me have just a bit of little lag

    The time goes by with nag
    Sometimes I need small gap

  6. James Von Hendy


    You think you know me, what you see from day
    to day an outward buoyancy, a light
    of kindness, ready smile, the helping hand,
    and yes, I want to think, like you, it’s true.

    The shadow side’s another tale. A hue
    of darkness clings about my inner land-
    scape, silent thoughts that gather in the night,
    and crowd my dreams with sadness at the way

    the world turns against itself as if hate
    and malice mattered more than love or hope.
    It’s not the world I choose in which to live,

    and fraught though my nights may be, I don’t give
    despair a daylight’s chance. Instead, I cope,
    compassion my byword, and hope my fate.

  7. Hiba Gardezi

    Slipping off my heart
    Tiptoeing through the ink
    These ever present songs
    Bring their liveliness to air
    And as the teacher walks by
    Looking over shoulder
    ‘Yes ma’am!’ I cry ‘I’m making a mind map’
    Lies. Lies. All lies.
    For I can not plan ahead
    What is a story, a poem,
    If it is not written the moment the first syllable is conceived?
    If the words do not blot page before man discovers the depth?
    Sentences? Given.
    Now fingers brush the top of the page… Finding a blank space
    A mind map
    I chuckle.
    ‘One mind map coming up’ I sing as I make it
    After the song is sung

  8. idiaz

    Evading the Storms of Change

    Stormy skies
    Mirror a stormy heart
    Emotion clouds swirling
    Fog my logical vision
    I smell a storm brewing
    Will the sheet of rain;
    wash away past hurts and pain?
    Will lightning strike twice;
    opening old wounds no fixing can suffice?
    Will tall strong trees come tumbling down;
    ripping out the roots so carefully planted in the ground?
    Will the rain fall gently on the soil?
    Bringing with it new life out of turmoil?
    Re-growing what was once dead
    Reconnecting broken ties again
    Turbulent grey clouds
    Obscure what’s ahead
    Thunder claps, shaking my core with dread
    Lightning flashes guide the way
    Tempest clouds will bring a new day
    Whether or not I want the change

  9. SarahLeaSales

    Taxing Treatment Evasion

    Alas, the best years of my life
    will not be my last.
    It is not that I want to die–
    I just don’t want to live this way.
    I have not given up,
    but given in.

    I will die with as much dignity
    as those that pursue treatment
    that only prolongs,
    but cannot cure.

    My days will be fewer,
    but the hours longer,
    for I will walk in the cool green grass
    of the evening at twilight,
    rather than the cold, hard tile
    of the floor of the hospital.

    I will sit in my hammock under the shade tree,
    drinking sweet tea or lemonade,
    smelling the barbecue I can no longer taste,
    rather than the odd odors of the oncology wing.

    I will look upon the faces of my children
    under the light of the golden sun,
    rather than under long bulbs of milky light.

    I will sleep to the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs,
    and music on the patio outside my window,
    rather than to the hum of machines,
    the clack-clacking of carts on wheels,
    the soft laughter of nurses in cheerful scrubs.

    I will not give up the ghost in a gown
    of hospital issue,
    but I will embrace the Light
    in satin and lace.

    1. idiaz

      Amazing. Watching 2 grandparents decide to stay out of the hospital and pass peacefully surrounded by loved ones in their home, this really hits me. It is beautiful and helps me understand their thought process.

  10. Smelton41

    The Plan
    Get away, that’s the plan

    they tried to get me in a van

    No one listens, no one cares

    But they seem to be everywhere

    I know it’s Satan And his Imp’s

    Trying to stop Gods design

    And thinking they can change my call

    I’m a warrior and I will win

    As a matter of fact, call me Patton

    I was born for all this, the time has come

    Sometimes I’m scared numb, but not today

    I will muster all Gods strength in me

    To walk thru Hell and come out Free

    Living to tell how good God Is

    And even if you live in hell

    He will get you home Alive

    The cost doesn’t matter, Your the Apple of His Eye


This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.