Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 421

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For today’s prompt, write a password poem. Write about someone using passwords, creating a password, or hide a password (or words) in your poem (perhaps, a la acrostic poem). Have fun with it.


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Here’s my attempt at a Password Poem:

“What Could It Be?”

A smile? A handshake? A knowing look?
I wonder what’s the password to your
heart; could it be reading the right book?

I don’t know the answer, but I’ll try
to discover the key to your door–
maybe a poem or gentle, “Hi.”


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139 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 421

  1. Bruce Niedt

    Another poem using the Sunday Whirl blog’s word bank prompt. This week’s words: deny, staccato, thinner, water, sin, spy, sidekick, slick, whistle, binge, watch, sprinkle.

    Ode to PHomET345%2

    Who could deny your power, O password,
    you slick sidekick who gained me access
    to everything from online banking to binge watching,
    with just the staccato of the keyboard
    to summon your name?

    You who kept the spies at bay, your moniker
    a sprinkle of letters, numbers and symbols,
    unpronounceable, perhaps,
    but with secret meaning to me,
    and as powerful as a conjuring spell.

    But now, alas, I have foolishly divulged
    your identity, old friend,
    and our security is thinner than water.
    Forgive me my sin of betrayal.

    You will have to go underground again,
    with not so much as a whistle in the alley
    to give you away. I’ll forge you a new passport
    and a new name
    that even I may forget, eventually.

  2. grcran

    unlocking the vista

    rewording fumbling
    got someplace at last
    hard fast adverbs and
    adjectives aghast
    nonplussed yet trusting
    loaded dice were cast
    fine lines were blurred pass-
    word unheard was passed
    verse came tumbling
    metaphors amassed
    with door wide open
    vistas all were vast

    gpr crane

  3. MargoL

    Password into Moria

    The door of Durin – None could pass.
    Known also as the Elvin door.
    What is the password to enter?
    A clue – An antonym of war.

    © Margo, January 7, 2018

    Too numerous to count

    Facebook, email and bank account,
    these, and more, need a password to
    log in. The list endless to count.

    Therein lies the challenge – keeping track
    of what my password is. This skill
    demands patience – or is it knack?

    © Margo, January 7, 2018

  4. Jennifer Hinders

    Mirror mirror on the wall
    what’s the best password
    of them all

    Please tell me mirror
    I need to know now
    The password police
    Are on the prowl

    They demand symbols
    Add whacky letters
    And if I add numbers
    It’ll even be better

    So mirror, come on
    Cough up the word
    Just like you did
    For Snow White and her herd

  5. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    by juanita lewison-snyder

    roll up my sleeves
    lift up my blouse
    open my mouth and look if you must.
    ‘cause this is my password
    at the stage door of the universe
    as well as the headstone
    to my secret life.

    © 2018 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  6. grcran

    passed at last

    went searching for rhythm & rhyme
    besmirching the scene he was blurred
    past warts & all gruesome & grime
    and grass-burred too thorny so slurred
    crept carelessly cheerful no crime
    no evil did this bad crass nerd
    left great verse turned right on a dime
    then lastly possessed the password

    gpr crane

  7. mayboy

    A Password Poem for Passing World

    Passing world, shining stars
    around the holes, the stellar
    sights, the patchwork of the
    signs, a pray for the spelling
    words, to pass them on, &@
    orbits of the science
    rather than

  8. LCaramanna


    The word passed his lips
    on a breath of fire
    that melted the frigid air
    with the heat of its passion.
    I felt the afterglow in my heart
    long after the sound
    was lost in the snowflakes
    of my winter storm.
    The word passed his lips,
    no doubt I was loved.

    Lorraine Caramanna

  9. thunk2much


    Just once before I die
    I’d like to saunter
    head swaying side to side
    subtle and stylish of course
    through sunken alleyways
    up to a heavy wooden door
    worn from use and age
    with a bullet hole or two
    and knock raprap rap rap rap
    until a large tattooed man
    missing some teeth and hair
    grunts approvingly
    through a small opening
    before the door creaks open
    to grant me safe passage.

  10. qbit


    Participles passing
    like ships in the night…
    Verbs, past their tenses,
    like milk gone bad…
    Prepositions caught unawares
    out behind the woodshed…
    Secret agent Nouns
    whispering forsworn oaths
    to the night watch…

    And all about us
    these Figures of Speech –
    our almost shadows
    thrown against the world –
    passing on the street,
    ignoring each other on subway,
    lost reading the news…
    just too busy
    to stop and say hello.

  11. Eileen S

    Mickey Mouse

    During World War II,
    Mickey Mouse was the
    code name for the
    Normandy invasion,
    a battle that changed
    the course of the war.
    After the war,
    school children wore
    Mickey Mouse ears and
    had lots of fun.
    Now, Mickey stands
    outside of theme parks,
    welcoming guests.
    The term Mickey Mouse
    now means petty,
    insignificant and
    too small to be taken
    seriously. The word
    and the character
    changed with the times.

  12. Eileen S

    Password Woes

    The correct password
    gains us entry into the
    cyberworld and must
    contain CAPITAL letters,
    numb3rs, speci@l characters
    and be at least a certain l-e-n-g-t-h.
    If we forget the password,
    we are completely shut out
    of the modern age.

  13. lsteadly

    Something to Hide

    Experts say to create
    a different password for each

    site that requires an account –
    for security purposes, reason

    being hackers will find it harder
    to access all of your personal

    information, so I now Ihave
    a small secret notebook crammed

    with dozens of usernames, all me
    just with a twist, a slight shift

    in identity, each accompanied
    by a unique code like

    My*dog4prez! Or 1Life2Bgr8
    which pose no great difficulties to break

    only impossible to keep straight
    so it’s all on me to remember

    exactly where I hide that little book

  14. Connie Peters

    Magic Password

    M any people know some magic words that make others hop
    A simple phrase that encourages folks to offer
    G racious help and assistance
    I magine gifts, support, goodwill to be yours at last
    C arefully spoken, these words are a great treat
    P lenty of people omit these words and make others angry
    A ll will find speaking these words a great help
    S o with these magic words be liberal
    S lip these into your conversation with ease
    W hether you want a piece of pizza
    O r a lift to the airport or other favors
    R ead the letters at the end of each line
    D o it now!

  15. Sara McNulty


    I think of 1920’s speakeasies
    when wary hosts slid a wooden
    slot open to view potential
    customers. Outside, building
    signs decried soda shop
    or restaurant. Patrons were
    required to produce a secret
    password, or specified knock
    to gain entrance. I think
    of how thrilling it must have
    been to be in a speakeasy
    while liquor was still illegal.

  16. SarahLeaSales

    It Came Without Ribbons

    That gift, which was eternal life,
    could not be unwrapped
    until she redeemed the redemption code–
    stored in the DNA that formed
    the strands of His blood.
    All she had to do
    was answer one question correctly:
    Who do you say that I am?

  17. seingraham


    Depending how long you’ve been browsing
    the interconnected web
    and creating sites all your own—
    or shopping, banking, using libraries or maps,
    you will have accumulated a trove
    of secret words known only to you
    or possibly another close few.

    You’ll remember fondly when there
    was only one such combination.
    Or maybe not if it was too long ago –
    now, it seems you have a list of lists
    under lock and key, and another, kept
    separately to help you remember
    which goes with which.

    What was your first pet’s middle name?
    Who was your favorite piano teacher?
    Who bullied you the most often in grade school?
    Is any of that capitalized?

    And heaven forbid you forget a password and
    try to reset it – the first command is often,
    “Please enter your old password here before
    What? Why would I be resetting it if I remembered
    the old one?
    Grrr. Changing my name and moving to Antarctica;
    planning never to be online again.

  18. Walter J Wojtanik


    At least one upper case letter,
    at least one numeric,
    at least one hieroglyphic,
    at least make it eight characters.
    At least I remember my first pet,
    at least I recall my mother’s maiden name.
    At least I remember my favorite teacher.
    At least I remember my birthday!
    At least I get to set a new password
    when the old one slips my mind!

  19. Heather


    We play games
    you and I.
    Online interactions,
    eyes focused on a screen,
    doesn’t matter what size.
    Every flicker of light
    a trigger for your brain.
    Dopamine drips
    with each click,
    keeping you at my mercy
    as I read your mind.
    Our history, an open book,
    tells me more about you
    than you realize.
    So much, I don’t even need
    your password.
    I already have you
    in my web.

    ~also published at

  20. taylor graham


    Each day he walked on quiet feet to see –
    to stalk – some insight in the canopy
    of oaks, their foliage in a slant of light
    opening, floating up beyond his sight.
    Was there an answer in this old gnarled tree?

    There ought to be an open-sesame;
    a combination absolute; a key
    unlocking secrets thus-far locked up tight.
    Each day he walked

    and searched a code beyond all scrutiny,
    a cipher that at last might set him free –
    a wordless password shadowed and yet bright
    ascending then diminishing to night;
    a dodging riddle, “O-Just-Let-It-B.”
    Each day he walked.

  21. deringer1

    does the door to joy stay closed to you?
    can you hear the happy voices
    of laughter and song inside?
    do you long to join in?
    there is a password
    that will open
    the door and
    it is

  22. Anthony94

    Taking it All In

    You don’t need a password
    to unlock nature’s mysteries
    just a keen eye and perseverance

    clothes for the season and
    a sturdy stick for chasing snakes
    in the summer and stabbing ice

    come winter trails. Yesterday
    the spring still trickled down
    beneath the ice shelfs, crystals

    myriad as sea stars along the edge
    a hundred sets of feet had padded
    through the snow above the ice

    in the creek and on the pond geese
    paddled to keep the water open
    and I saw it all for free.

  23. PressOn


    Pass the word:
    A password’s absurd,
    So hire a calling bird;
    Six pence and a third
    Will get you three tweets and a turd,
    Of which the latter can be transferred
    Retroactively to the nerd
    Dreaming up passwords.

  24. PowerUnit


    Sesame seeds are distasteful
    but Chuck Norris can break it down.
    Professor Wagstaff’s Swordfish
    was good enough to get in
    but also got him locked out.
    Buddy was a technological failure
    while Joshuea saved the world.
    Tiger demonstrates its data stripes
    but wouldn’t accept the risk.
    If you park yourself next to
    a Zion vault with magic doors,
    just say friend end enter.

      1. PowerUnit

        – Open Sesame from Arabian Nights
        – Chuck Norris was the mythical Facebook password
        – Swordfish was the password in Groucho Marx’s film ‘Horse Feathers’
        – Buddy was Bill Clinton’s password (and dog) when he electronically signed a bill
        – Joshua is from the movie WarGames
        – Tiger was the password to Oracle’s Scott Schema
        – IAcceptTheRisk was the 1981 Xerox Star 8010 Workstation admin password
        In Matrix Reloaded, the password was ZION0101
        – PARC (Palo Alto Research Center) was the password to the guest account of 1972 Xerox MAXC (Multiple Access Xerox Computer) which was hooked up to ARPANET (the early internet)
        – Say Friend and Enter was the riddle on the door at the Mines of Moria in The Lord of the Rings. Mellon was the elvish word for fiend and was the password.

  25. Daniel Paicopulos

    Opening Heaven’s Doors

    In the continuum,
    from infinite to finite,
    to form from light,
    from energy to matter,
    to human from Divine,
    is there a place along the line,
    where each begins or ends,
    a clue the route portends,
    as we blindly drift,
    a nexus where we shift?
    Perhaps, but it’s unknown,
    the heaven we have sewn,
    the place we ourselves create,
    this thing we call our fate,
    where we co-create our place,
    between ourselves and God’s grand grace.

  26. tripoet

    A Password to Remember

    “B” y you, right next to you is where
    H “E” ‘ll find it, a “Get out of Jail card”.

    So “K” nee-deep in sorrow
    How “I” am broken!” he cries.
    This “N” ow his lot, he fears.
    He is 2 “D” amaged, he thinks.

    But you can save him…
    If You Use This Code.


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