A poem-a-day for National Poetry Month

Prompt #25: Memes

Today’s prompt brought to you by the internet:

Find an internet meme of some sort. Either one you’ve participated in or one that is new to you. Once you find one that inspires you — yes, you have to leave the internets now and come back to poetry — use the language (lolspeak anyone?), the topic or even the general idea of viral transmissions to create a poem.

As an alternative, check out the meaning of “meme” and its origin (it relates, surprisingly, to genetics and evolution).


Reminders for Participants: You can post your poem below in the comments, offer a link back to your site where the poem is posted, or comment about the experience of writing the poem (without actually posting the poem). If you’re going to comment on other participant’s poems, please remember that this is not a critique space — comments should be kept thoughtful and supportive. Lastly, remember you don’t have to use the prompt to write your poem — they’re here for your inspiration but they’re certainly not a requirement.

Let the Wild Poeming Being!

11 responses

  1. Veering off elsewhere!


    April 25, 2011 at 3:03 am

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  3. Sort of followed the prompt: http://wp.me/pbg4K-5d.

    April 25, 2011 at 12:07 pm

  4. dorlamoorehouse

    I had 4 hours of dental work today. So I wrote about that. Not to mention that I was still under the influence of my sedatives when I wrote and blogged it. http://dorlamoorehouse.com/2011/04/25/napowrimo-day-25-3/

    April 25, 2011 at 12:32 pm

  5. Jennifer P-W.

    Maybe a tiny nod toward the prompt today…


    Crowds curdle paths of
    frank over-consumption
    bending through the mall.
    Folks over-rate their
    importance with blase gait,
    eyes on their reflections,
    talk empty as
    ubiquitous plastic bottles.
    I stand. Sing out hallelujah.
    Heads come to surface like seals
    breaking water, eyes speaking questions…
    One by one and laugh by laugh,
    we stand, chorus out over the mundane,
    the shallow, the tedious. the grumpy:
    the Blind-with-Eyes mall shoppers
    rubbed open in unruly glory
    of our voices, our earthward simple
    choreography of spirit.

    J. Pratt-Walter

    April 25, 2011 at 4:11 pm

  6. Whoa. Meme craziness.


    April 25, 2011 at 4:53 pm

  7. Bill Noble

    Hounds-tongue is one of our signature early-spring flowers here in the coast ranges of California, big, lush leaves with the texture of fine sandpaper in the early spring under the oaks, with a graceful wand of blue-and-white flowers fountaining out of them. Its genus, *Cynoglossum,* means literally, hound + tongue.

    Just a little poem today in sadness because the flowers of last month are now all become burry green seeds.


    We name you for the rough tongues
    of your leaves, but what you speak

    is the sky of white-starred flowers
    raised soundless to the shadowed sun

    April 25, 2011 at 7:50 pm

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  9. This is a modified desk, a workstation, but you can call it what it is — cubicle, emphasis on the cube
    There are really no walls, just blinders

    But the computer terminal in front of you holds nothing to fear
    It’s a tool, a gateway, a technological knights templar providing credit in exchange for work and time

    The abomination occurs outside this box, this stuff that seeps out into the real world and latches onto the lexicon

    Talking cats, singing dogs, dramatic rodents and marsupial memes, primitive creatures that take on new life as succubi of technospeak, mechanical chimpanzees relentlessly screeching and banging cymbals until reincarnation grants them new life as a poster calendar, drink koozie, or a ring tone

    April 25, 2011 at 9:42 pm

  10. No prompt today…http://jacquezyon.wordpress.com/2011/04/26/poem25-breathless/

    April 26, 2011 at 2:24 pm

  11. Mary Beth Frezon

    Tough day yesterday irl. I went with some mildly snotty haiku on my site lol.

    April 26, 2011 at 4:39 pm