Submitted by CuteChaos
Write a poem centered around this word.
If lies were currency,
You would be rich.
If 'second chances' were water,
You would be drowning.
If mistakes were lives,
You would be immortal.
But what is wealth,
And doesn't try to swim
Up to the surface?
What is the point of living forever,
Without the ones you love?
Right your wrongs.
People have called me this before
But I’m not
I fight with my gut
like a dog on a leash
I say that I’ll jump
but then wait till next week
I only leap
when I’m too tired to fight
I chase the moon
only when it’s already night
I stick to safety
like gum on a shoe
I live to think
but then never can do
I’ll step off a cliff
*Trigger warning-Mention of suicide*
Just today, I saw a bunny run out into the road
I saw and felt the fear in those eyes
I wanted to give the bunny all the bravery I had
I wanted to jump out and help, but I couldn’t
I watched helplessly as my mom and I drove by
A few years ago my grandma passed away
I loved going to her house each week
She spoiled us with cookies and Tootsie-rolls
I loved h...
Bravery is all we have left
It’s what we can’t give up
It’s why we won’t give in
Being brave, staying strong
When earth doesn’t spin round’
When knees fall to the ground
When we falter but fly
Trying to soar in the sky
When we stand up and shout
When we don’t shut our mouths
When we withstand the test
When still pushing, no rest
In the foundry's heart of fire, stone, metal and spoil
in dances of bravery unyielding hard men toil
and bellow the forge's roar sending sparks ablaze
to shape our world’s form with rigid brace.
Molten rivers flow reflecting liquid suns,
of crucibles where courage raw shapes battles won
with brawny arms they bend and roll
hot metal bested in coking coal.
Each furnace breathes its searing breath...
Your life in a have
Or a bave
Pick a trave salesman
I am a trave is a like a womperdoodle with three legs
How many traves do you want?
I keep my traves in a box
The eat hay
I feed my traves hay
I feed my traves hay every day
When in may
Listen to what I say
Would you sue me or play ?
I catch my traves in the bay
On a boat name relay
A trave jumped on the boat and ate my face off I’m de...
Once upon a different time, there was a school called Eastview Elementary, and one of the most notable things about that school was its huge sycamore tree. All the kids loved the sycamore tree, sitting under it to play with their friends. But one girl loved it more than all the others. Her name was Amaya.
Now, Amaya was a normal little girl. She had normal brown hair and normal green eyes...
There was a brave
dialect in the winds,
whispering to my bones.
A chill of love, loss and spite,
concocting a coward’s
heart beat in my soul...
I’ve been mixing storms,
of mind and time.
Separated by such swirls,
of a brilliance un-divine...
And of those dreams
upon dirty stars;
a spiteful disgrace
is mounting emotions
gone too far…
Connect the dots,
the lines make it clear.
In the dark of night, they come for me
With knives and guns, they think they're free
To take my scales, my flesh, my life
All for their pleasure, all for their strife
They say my parts will make them strong
But it's all a lie; it's all so wrong
My kind is dwindling; we're on the brink
Of extinction, and yet they still think
That we're just objects, things to be used
For their own gain, they will...
What do you call a patient who is also your friend?
She was always a patient first, but over the last 4 years, she became someone I was used to seeing around. She was someone i would “catch up” with over drips of ambisome rather than a coffee, but that was still ok.
I’d keep in touch even when she didn’t know, silently making sure I was watching her progress, watching her take more steps into t...
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Write a poem inspired by, or beginning with, this line.