Maybe more intentional than it wants to let on, Random Acts of Poetry Day was an opportunity to haphazardly (wink, wink) spread some poetry love (and joy).
In a world that still needs kindness, more than ever, we bring you Random Acts of Poetry Day and encourage you to “freshen the world with poems,” as Ted Kooser puts it.
We take stock of another richly celebrated Random Acts of Poetry Day with schools, city governments, libraries, refrigerators and … squirrels.
Do some good in the world today—and maybe change the course of someone’s life. Celebrate Random Acts of Poetry Day by sharing a poem, or listening for one.
We celebrated another day of Random Acts of Poetry, delighted by poems chalked and inked and memorized and read aloud in the public square. How did you spend the day?
Today is Random Acts of Poetry Day. Make a conscious decision to share a little random poetry in your world today. We could all use such an act of kindness.
Charity Singleton Craig goes out with a plan to spread poetry around her community and is thwarted by 20 scurrying chipmunks.
Our celebration of Random Acts of Poetry Day was full of random poetic expressions popping up everywhere from cupcakes to the courthouse.
It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day, a day devoted to painting poetry in the public square. Share some poetry with your world (and make it better).
Get ready for next week’s Poetry on Two Sides of the Pond with fun shareable graphics to celebrate Britain’s National Poetry Day and our Random Acts of Poetry Day.
People all over the world celebrated Random Acts of Poetry Day, slipping poems under doors and taping them to bathroom mirrors. Here are the highlights.
It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day, a day devoted to painting poetry in the public square, either literally or figuratively. Come along for some random fun.
Our poetic prompt for March was angels.
Seventeen poems were submitted for our February prompt of “red, ” and they ranged from a mere hint of blush to an all-out fiery passion of RED. (I’m still fanning myself.)
The villanelle is a perfect form for sound-capturing, as it mimics a song.
Baptism by coffee? See our featured poem for Random Acts of Poetry.
What is poetry? Maybe rust, oxygen, or chrome.
Where does poetry come from? Anywhere we allow ourselves to find it.
If you want to join us, write a poem that focuses on a personal history—yours, an object’s, or another person’s.
There were so many great conversations, visual and verbal, offered up for this month’s collaborative prompt between The High Calling’s PhotoPlay and Random Acts of Poetry.