Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Compose a poem about rejection.
This doesn't just have to be in a romantic sense; rejection can come in many forms!
Writings
On the advent of change
The swinging pendulum between
Love and pain
The somber look through
The window pane
The left turn on the freeway
The tumbling of the blocks
You so carefully arrange
And the opportunity
For them to be
New
Or the same
Or put together in an all new way
To be forced to turn around
Is to change your perspective
To the trail you’ve been following
And a chance to cor...
(Verse 1)
I ripped my heart out, it’s all I had to give ya,
Doesn't matter now, you're gone and took my sunshine with ya.
Left me in this dusty town, this nowhere conversation,
Crumpled me like notebook paper, no hesitation.
(Chorus)
Choked on your rejection, a bitter aftertaste,
Like the whole damn world coughed me up and slammed my face.
Guess I wasn't pretty enough, my heart not...
I’m done.
I’m so sick of this.
So sick of clinging to the edge,
Hoping I don’t go over.
Crying out to deaf people,
Praying to a god who’s never given me a reason to believe.
And sometimes I slip,
And fall,
Fall just a few feet.
So…
I’ll try something new.
I’ll try dropping.
Dropping like a stone thrown away,
Dropping like an innocent girl shot down,
Dropping like a dream falls apart.
I’m already ...
Guess what I imagined today
I imagined that you caught me crying
And feeling miserable
And for some reason,
I just pour out everything that happened to me
And then you wrap me in a hug
Kiss my head
And say it’s OK I’m here for you
Telling me it’s not my fault
Whispering comforting words.
Then I snapped back to reality.
I shook my head, knowing that wouldn’t happen
But I hope it’s OK so fan...
“What do you mean you don’t want me?”
You’re my demons.
You’re messing up my life.
You’ve ruined relationships.
I don’t have space for you anymore.
“You don’t have space? Oh… Rylee…
Isn’t that what your aunt told your mom?”
You’re getting inside my head.
You want me to get the knife.
This time I won’t slit my wrists.
And you know it.
“This time… you’ll pick up the shiny
blade… you’ll stick it...
I never thought I would say hello
You came in a blink of an eye
You were at the time my everything
From soft words
Music to my ears
Long nights of sweet melodies
You were my lock and key
Safeguarding even my deepest secrets
Your words complete me
They lightened the way
But now the path is dark
Music no longer plays
Instead the cry of the wind down these hollow halls
Just a ghost replaces where t...
When I say hello you walk away
I say good day
You leave me in vain
I just want a hi, hello, or some
But all you do is look away and suck your thumb
I look your way in doubtful shame
That maybe what I do is lame
But when you say “it’s not enough!”
It makes me think you’re kind of rough
I want to go and hug you
Cry on your shoulder
But I think you are new
To sitting on a boulder
All alone...
(A Luc Bat poem)
He used to pass me notes
I savored what he wrote, each word
No matter how absurd
His jokes and antics lured me in
Made my little heart spin
And when he flashed that grin I swoon
His eyes shine like the moon
And bring cool on hot June evenings
Yet even in the spring’s
Tender morning greetings I still
Felt I could never spill
The way I felt a thrill each time
He was around, fo...