Write a poem about anger. Don’t use the word “anger” or any synonyms. Show the reader anger. Make them understand without being told.

It’s 50 years in the future, and the world is at war. Luckily, when the nuclear bombs dropped, you had a bomb shelter under your house to hide out in. When your monitors tell you it’s safe to go outside a year later, what do you find? Who is still alive? Have the plants and animals been affected by the radiation? What will you do now that the world has totally changed?

How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?

What’s the weather outside your window doing right now? If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?

Describe your favorite piece of art.