Welcome to The Prompt Garden, where inspiration grows wild and words bloom in unexpected places. In honor of National Poetry Month, I’ve gathered a collection of prompts designed to spark your creativity, challenge your craft, and invite you into the rhythm of daily writing. Whether you’re a seasoned poet or just beginning to experiment with verse, these prompts offer a space to explore, reflect, and play with language.

There are no rules—only possibilities. Pick a prompt at random, follow them in order, or let one take you in an entirely different direction. The goal is simply to write, to let the words take root, and to see what grows.

Let’s dive in! Feel free to share your creations in the comments or anywhere on socials (and tag me!)—I’d love to see what you write.

1.) I run my thumb over the fissure in my heart

2.) If your scars could speak, what stories would they tell? What memories do they hold?

3.) I crack open like the husk of a dry coconut

4.) I hold time in my hands

5.) A swollen harvest rich with dreams

6.) Lips stained with prophecy and salt water

7.) An ancient river forgets their own name

8.) I fell asleep inside a question

9.) My heart bares its teeth

10.) Starlings stitch the wind together

11.) I count the days on cherry pits and half-bitten fingernails

12.) The velvet edge of a moth’s wing

13.) My name lounges on your tongue like a pearl

14.) Stars blink like sleepy eyes

15.) Spiderwebs spell your name

16.) A morning bruised with violet & copper skies

17.) Warm plum flesh bursts between my teeth

18.) Burnt sugar curls into smoke

19.) Damp moss between bare toes

20.) Frost melts down the spine of a leaf

21.) Summer’s scent escapes from a split melon

22.) The honey slow drip of your gaze

23.) Moonlight pools in the hollow of my throat

24.) The golden eye of an eclipse

25.) My memories are stained with your love

26.) I peel off my past

27.) Postcards from the edge of a dream

28.) If the wind could carry one message to someone you've lost, what would it say?

29.) My inner child still waits at the door

30.) My life settles, roots gripping into earth’s fertile belly

Until next time…

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