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Write a poem about choosing between following your heart or following your head.
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My head has always been the better part of me
Not that that says a lot really
My heart has always been lost and wondering
A gipsy that won’t stop wandering
If maybe I had spoken up early
He would have had reason to consider me
Not that it’d matter truthfully
I don’t deserve anyone’s empathy
He’s perfect and I’m not
It’s the truth, not a thought
So I could chase my heart
And break it into sha...
The heart burns like a lighthouse guiding me in,
My head stoic like ice,
The feeling in my chest like a vice.
My mind saying ‘oh look a sin’
Burning like the sun,
Frozen like night.
Giving up the fight,
‘That looks like fun’
Let’s chase our passions,
Get lost in unfinished stories.
Mind setting aside worries,
Going with the seasons.
Paint,
Write.
Cite,
Then faint.
With release…
…
Love you R
...
What is it to love?
To truly, love?
Perhaps the syncing of souls at first glance.
Perhaps it is free will, choice, and sacrifice.
Or perhaps it is both.
What is it to love?
To truly, love?
The act of making circadian choice
The choice between, head or heart.
What is it to love?
To truly, love?
Surely not, Dedication without commitment?
And commitment without sacrifice?
Surely not, the act o...
deciding
where is the right and where is the wrong?
is there a line that seperated the two?
who decides?
humans are born with innate abilities, senses.
maybe they come more so as we grow up, as our brains develop.
maybe our hearts beat a bit faster, louder, spreading its melodic tune to our ears, overriding anything other than what we wish to be true.
but wishes are just wishes, words mushed tog...
Based up on the ‘Northlane’ song of the same name.
…
Don’t let me down,
This pain enough.
To make my head drown,
But my soul makes it tough.
You are killing me,
My heart made a haze.
When will I be free,
And out of this daze.
You said you didn’t deserve this,
But my body did over and over.
My hopes balled into a fist,
My bruises and scars no longer a cover.
Pull my heart out of the shadows,
L...
Bury the hatchet,
move on from this grief,
from the pain I feel
from the top of my head
all the way down
to my toes.
This pain consumes my whole heart,
swallows my soul,
breaks me down to tears,
and leaves me there
to fill in the missing pieces.
That’s what I was told.
It’s what I know is right.
But I don’t want to do that.
I want to read his story,
discover his dreams,
and pick up the pen
and ...
You thought me fiction,
Until you saw my scars.
Cut by your scion,
Just to see your stars.
I cloud your dreams,
Until we share a dawn.
Love falling away in reems,
From your heart all drawn.
You bought your clarity,
Until we broke the mirror.
Shattered was our charity,
Hope rocked to our core.
We escaped your soul,
A forest full of doubt.
Tears now roll,
Our fates bringing the route.
…
Love yo...
My gut felt that pain,
My heart says go again.
Why?
So we can cry.
My head saw the pattern,
My heart held up a lantern.
What for?
So my soul ends up on the floor.
My feet know where to go,
My heart doesn’t know.
When?
Will never happen until then.
My brain stills my tongue,
My heart is still young.
Because?
I am scared of what I was.
…
Love You R
…
🖤💚...
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