Laron Henderson

Theme: Smooth Criminal Not all theft looks like force. Some things are taken quietly. Slowly. Right in front of us. Time. Identity. Culture. Opportunity. Voice. Sometimes we don’t realize what’s gone until we feel the absence. Today we explore what was taken without a struggle and how it happened while we were fully awake. ⸻ Prompt 1 – The Criminal Was Me Write a reflective poem where you recognize a time you took something from someone else. This could be time, trust, peace, credit, or something less visible. What did you take, and what made you realize it? (Angle: self-awareness / accountability) ⸻ Prompt 2 – Stolen in Plain Sight Write a poem about something that was taken openly, yet unnoticed or unchallenged. How did it happen without resistance? (Angle: awareness vs inaction) ⸻ Prompt 3 – Silence Signed Off On It Write a poem that questions responsibility. Was it taken, given, ignored, or normalized? Who benefited and who paid the price? (Angle: complicity / accountability)

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National Poetry Month – Day 19

Theme: When Nobody’s Watching Not everything behaves the same when it’s seen. Some things perform. Some things hide. Some things only reveal their truth in the absence of attention. What happens when there is no audience, no witness, no accountability. Today we explore what exists, moves, or changes when observation disappears. ⸻ Prompt 1 – When the Lights Go Out Write a poem about what something becomes when it is no longer being watched. This could be a person, a system, a place, or even an idea. What changes when the performance ends? (Angle: transformation in absence of observation) ⸻ Prompt 2 – The Things That Only Move in Silence Write a poem about something that operates best when unnoticed. This could be power, manipulation, growth, decay, or truth. What thrives in the dark? (Angle: hidden movement) ⸻ Prompt 3 – Even Walls Talk When Nobody’s Listening Write a poem from the perspective of something that witnesses everything but is never acknowledged. A room, a street, a mirror, a camera, a planet. What has it seen that no one else admits? (Angle: nonhuman perspective / observer)

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National Poetry Month – Day 16

Theme: Dreams Not every dream is random. Some feel like warnings. Some feel like answers. Some feel like something or someone trying to reach you while you’re quiet enough to listen. Dreams can blur the line between memory, imagination, and something deeper. Today we explore what shows up when the world goes silent and the spirit starts speaking. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Was It Really A Dream? Write a poem about a dream that felt too real to ignore. Something that stayed with you after you woke up. Was it a warning, a message, or something you still can’t explain? ⸻ Prompt 2 – I Met Something There Write a poem about an encounter in a dream. This could be a person, a presence, a version of yourself, or something unexplainable. What did it leave you with? ⸻ Prompt 3 – Dreams Speak in Symbols Write a poem using dream-like imagery and symbolism instead of direct explanation. Let the meaning reveal itself through metaphor, not clarity.

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Was It A Really A Dream I'm running In a downpouring of rain Torrential winds blowing in my face It feels like there's no where to escape I don't know which way to turn Whether to go backward or forward Left or right All I know is I'm frightened This hurricane Is fast approaching Covering me from all sides Feels like my life is coming to an end But that's not it The scene quickly switches I'm in a different situation From running from a hurricane Into a raging tornado Cars and houses Lifted 10 feet in the air I'm more scared then before Trying to figure out what's going on How did I go From one disaster to another I'm stumbling Running from this tornado But I can't escape It picks me up Drops me off right in the ghetto Right before I hear gunshots blast I feel one Pump right through my stomach In a state of disbelief I can feel my breath Release from my lungs However I'm still living Screaming for my family Asking is this the last time They are going to see me From hurricanes, to tornados, to gunshots All of a sudden I see a white light And hear a blaring alarm Waking up to sweat dripping down my face Heart beating quickly Breathing heavily Asking myself what I did just witness In that instant I realized life isn't forever It could be taken away in an instant Any minute It could all come to an end And that would be it It was all a dream Or a nightmare Whichever it was I take heed to the warnings From the visions My dream presented to me They were to vivid to ignore Going forward I promise to live each day With purpose and meaning As if it's my last Be glad That it was all Just a dream

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National Poetry Month – Day 18

Theme: Things I Inherited Not everything we carry was chosen. Some things were passed down through blood, through behavior, through silence, through survival. Habits, fears, strength, patterns, beliefs. Some we honor. Some we unlearn. Today we explore what was given to us without permission. ⸻ Prompt 1 – Inherited Wounds Write a poem about pain, patterns, or struggles passed down to you from family. This could be emotional, generational, or behavioral. What did you receive that you didn’t ask for? (Angle: generational trauma) ⸻ Prompt 2 – What Lives In Me I Didn’t As For Write a poem about something you carry that came from someone else. This could be strength, habits, phrases, love, survival skills, or ways of seeing the world. (Angle: legacy / influence) ⸻ Prompt 3 – Abandoning the Carousel Write a poem about something you inherited that you chose to break, challenge, or walk away from. A cycle, a pattern, a mindset you refused to keep spinning in. (Angle: breaking cycles)

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