Save the Trees

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

I came across these pictures online the other day and got curious. The organization they are advertising SayTrees started in Bangalore as the city began to lose its natural beauty to an influx of corporations. They seem like a pretty cool company. These signs to raise awareness for them are definitely doing their jobs. Write a scene that features a character that would be labeled as a “tree hugger.” Or write a scene set in a world where trees are able to interact with people sentiently.

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The Boy In The Heart Shades

Stirring The Pot

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

Have you ever messed with someone out of pettiness or just to stir the pot? Write a poem about that metaphor of stirring the pot. Embrace it fully, tell us hat is in the pot. Add ingredients and spice up the recipe. What can the overall metaphor stand for? What can each small food metaphor stand for in association to the larger metaphor?

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The Boy In The Heart Shades

The Risk of Fun and Games

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

We’ve all heard the phrase “it is all fun and games until someone loses an eye” right? I grew up thinking of the phrase very literally because I have a family member with a glass eye. But for today’s poem don’t take it so literally. Write a poem about the underlying danger of some fun activities. Show us the fun is worth the risk. Or if it isn’t, warn us off doing whatever this activity is.

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The Boy In The Heart Shades

Voice of Self-Doubt

Hello Beautiful Thinkers,

A lot of writers struggle with thoughts of self-doubt. Write a poem about that voice in your mind that questions if you’re good enough. Personify it, turn it into a villain, if you like. Where does this voice come from? How do you fight it? However much space you give to self-doubt in the poem though don’t let it have the final word. Save the end of the poem for feelings of hope, confidence, and determination. After all, as much as doubt plagues you, you wrote the poem.

Keep Dreaming Beautiful Thinkers,

The Boy In The Heart Shades