A Thundering Whisper.
Write a poem that could use this title.
Endless waves of crashing tears.
Countless dreams of horrid nights.
Many deaths within the light.
Many lives turned to a fright.
A lot of screams for help at night.
A large amount of bloody dreams.
Turned all death-red, my queen, they gleam.
Glittering thunder, stretched far and wide.
Secret whispers, the nightmares come true.
The bloody-moon shining bright at night.
The light unable to ...
Brushes against my ears,
And fear unto
I walk in the shadows,
Holding my beating heart
Where is he,
Answer my plea!
His song of thunder
Sounds in the wind,
The darkness embraces my chill,
His voice an addictive pill
“Come to me, my darling”
He whispers with desire
And my heart moves faster
Breaking the protective plaster
The shadows boom
Like thunder anew ...
Before you came
I was nothing
And I was to blame
I’d sit and dream
Wishing, and hoping one day I’d be yours
It was a year
A year filled with endless regrets
And it was your voice, your words
That made me smile
The thundering whisper of your heart
“I was just trying to help you out.”
You had said
The first person in my life to care
And even though it was only a whisper
It was the only...
A reader only wants four words whispered in their ears.
“I’m no longer fictional.”
I felt like putting that there.
Leads to four,
Four leads to the whole school.
Whispered to everyone.
They are the loudest to hear,
But the quietest when being told.
A booming sound of pain
And a silence that stings,
As everyone looks at you for something you never did....
Tectonic plates keep our world together,
But they will be our danger forever.
They lie under the sea deep below,
They collide and the pressure begins to grow.
They produce a rumble that no-one really knows,
Except on a sizeometer where the pattern shows.
Then all of a sudden a loud bang is heard,
It pops your ears and turns your blood to curd.
The air cracks and the ground begins to rumble,
The silence of the apartment the morning after pride and you left was deafening
I have felt alone before in this world but none so full a feeling as a black hole, feeling nothing but unable to stop swallowing matter and information
The fact of the matter is that it’s still not a good time for us and I don’t know if it ever will be.
You wanted to be friends but I been wanting them cheeks
Similar writing prompts
Write a poem that starts each new line with the last word of the last line.
For example: I love you so,
So I have to go.