Hopefully the following micro poems will trigger creative writing of your own.
Baseballs turns black in the twilight.
Earthward bound they overtake eagles.
Stockings as ornate as Versailles chandeliers
cling to her like a lover.
The ink cartridge is an ocean of potential.
Her diary is a temple of dreams.
The sun’s farewell
is painted on the shallows
of a windswept beach.
Santa’s sleigh zooms across
a ten thousand dollar TV.
Elf size viewers
scrape mould from their breakfast.
His spirit lived in the soil.
Few could see the forest he propagated.
Who picked up a spade
before the grave diggers?
Rotten watermelons carpet the yard.
Pranked basement prisoners
collapse from thirst.
Politicians in chains,
staring at the corpses
of forgotten political prisoners.
Enough Wikileaks t-shirts
to cause a cotton shortage in Texas,
bury the Christmas tree.
A sinker for every Clinton and Trump lie.
Not enough fisherman in the USA
to stop them spilling on to the streets.
Forest fire embers
descend on a climate change deniers essay,
like a hawk on a rodent.