Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Create a narrative poem telling the story of a family heirloom, passed down through generations. Consider how its meaning and value change over time with the course of the narrative.
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this little necklace
a pink and blue star dangling on a chain
symbolizing those 2 kids back then
who were children of the sun
the sun from which i came from aswell
oh, how those stars made me happy
but when that sun exploded
so did they
this little necklace
at a time showed me joy
now shows me sorrow
-our solar system was once together
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idk i was feeling broken family vibes 🤷...
Love is love.
Peace.
Manners, please and thank you.
Elbows, elbows.
Be imperfectly you.
Please don’t chew like a cow, no one needs to hear that.
No more war, no pain.
Happiness.
Care free. Bah bah black sheep, do you have any wool?
Maybe, just maybe they were on to something.
Or were they?
They call it boom, because that’s when the boom 🤯 started. The war, the war.
Every odd numb...
This little sharp thing was once a knife
That traded more hands than some would admit
For it was not a gift, but an obligation
For those deemed fit.
The first was plucked like any living thing is
Before their time, and delivered to the mud
For those who only saw the bottom line,
Like gods with their great floods.
The blade sank into the bitter earth
Where it dulled and diminished
Waiting for an...
I hate the hands that hold me.
They have no regard for what I am. In their hands, I am not the symbol I used to be.
Nobility handled me once. They treasured me. Between their hands, I brought comfort. Behind the polished glass, I shone with warm pride. The pride of the palace. A beacon of safety. I symbolised a brutal battle won. And the re-crowning of a man we loved and respected.
Sometimes, t...
**The Heirloom Brooch**
In a dusty, wooden jewelry box,
Amidst the scent of age and loss,
Lies a brooch, with silver gleam,
A whisper of an ancient dream.
With a sapphire set in ornate gold,
It tells a tale that's often told
By grandmothers with softened eyes
Of love, of life, of long goodbyes.
It first adorned a maiden fair
In a village lost in time's long stare,
A wedding ...
Flaming hair
Pounding hooves
Legs flayed
Eyes white rolling
Always winning
The main event.
The starred stallion.
Ridden, cheered and triumphant
as gleeful children holler.
All smiles.
…
Falling mane
Chipped nails
A knocked knee
Flaky cornea
Always dusty
The biggest problem.
That bloody horse.
Hidden, derided and side-eyed
as adults wonder when
It’s time....
My grandfather ate in the eve.
A timepiece rest above his sleeve.
Worked many a day for it paid.
Measuring time, where the sun laid.
Great craftsmanship, he’d invested.
Tardiness, he truly bested.
Upon his death, father cried.
From his wrist, forever had lied.
My dad sat and watched the TV.
The timepiece hit 8, he could see.
Sent to bed, I yearned to stay up.
Denied, something strong in his cup.
...
Nothing betrays the deep sadness I try to mask more than my affiliation to sad songs
As if listening to other people’s heartaches and mistakes would help right my wrongs.
Not even the sound of silence can compensate
for the fact that everybody hurts
Every one in my family that is, for generations we’ve carried this heirloom thats cursed
Nothing compares to you when the drugs don’t work, a...