Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 392

For today’s prompt, write a forever poem. There are a lot of different ways to come at forever. After all, some folks think diamonds are forever; while others think of Forever stamps (in the U.S. anyway); and still one or two folks like myself might think of this Paula Abdul song.


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Here’s my attempt at a Forever Poem:

“always never forever most of the time”

i guess it was freshmen english that taught
a version of myself when & when not

to use absolute words like forever
for instance to use it only never

unless perhaps exceptions could be found
though exceptions to rules are often bound

by their own exceptions part of the time
anyway it absolutely must rhyme


Robert Lee Brewer is Senior Content Editor of the Writer’s Digest Writing Community and author of Solving the World’s Problems (Press 53). He’s usually tries to avoid absolute words except for all those times when he doesn’t.

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251 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 392

  1. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    by juanita lewison-snyder


    is a long time
    to hold a grudge,
    especially while chain-smoking
    from atop your death bed,
    soft grey ashes ground deep
    about you, still smoldering.

    best not let mother catch you.

    © 2017 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  2. Danny Ballan


    Will you love me now forever?
    today if you can’t, yet never
    let one day pass when flowers
    writhe and die like that child inside
    longing for a day that never ends
    we live by every moment together;
    tonight is all I have and real love
    matters but now, yet may not last
    what say you put behind your past
    and learn to love me now as ever
    I will love you now; now is forever.

  3. Bruce Niedt

    Half a World Away
    (for Y.)

    Fourteen hours is not an eternity,
    and twelve thousand miles is not
    a limitless expanse of space.
    But it’s far enough to wonder
    when we will see you again –
    sooner than forever, perhaps,
    and later than tomorrow.
    We won’t count time in tears,
    but each day more is a little ache.

    You said, Come to my wedding,
    a joyous event as yet unplanned,
    the groom as yet unnamed.
    Of course we will come to dance
    and celebrate you and your life.
    We will endure hours of ocean
    beneath the plane, as we push
    headlong into the next day,
    your country always ahead of ours
    as we chase the sun and moon.

    We will go as far as it takes
    just to share our love, which by the way
    cannot be gauged in miles or months,
    whose standard measure will always be
    the one called “forever”.

  4. KERobertson

    Slowly suffocating
    Dare I even hope?
    For help?

    Giving up
    A gnawing need
    To be found

    Completely alone
    Never ceasing
    Constantly knowing

    Is it always?
    Is this just a moment?
    A speck in time?

    Through the pain
    It all will end
    Nothing lasts

  5. Karen

    Wind carries a croaking
    desire echoing
    a longing
    that needs quenching
    frogs are singing
    ready for mating
    something needs sating
    frogs connecting
    is transforming
    forever loving

  6. charmuse


    Days flutter to an ending
    of a wingspan.
    How we rise from our footfalls
    again, again and again,
    leaving storied echoes behind us,
    is glory. There’s a secret love
    tucked under the covers
    of who we are. Sometimes
    we won’t fall asleep, and tales
    we’ve been told don’t last
    for dreaming. Even the night
    utters a song to pull what’s strung
    out and undone… into the tilt
    of our forever.

    ~ Charise M. Hoge

        1. charmuse

          Happy to hear this! It’s good to know when a poem works. The first (quite different) version was written a few years ago, and I was never quite content with it. Revisit, rewrite, recycle…

  7. Walter J Wojtanik


    I stand on the edge of this field,
    & I can sense his presence here.
    Living is easy, but with eyes closed
    he can misunderstand a lot.
    He has not seen thing clearly
    in nearly thirty-seven years.
    Nothing is perceived as real,
    & it’s hard to be someone else,
    when the who you are is no longer a star.
    I know it’s a dream; it’s not too bad
    & we’ll remain sad for the loss of you.
    No one was the boss of you.
    It’s all wrong but it’s nothing.
    Don’t get hung up, let me take you down.
    Strawberry Fields.

    1. grcran

      Wow Walt. Simply amazing. I’d reply a little more but John seems to be interfering. Anyway it’s better than no reply, and happens once before


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