Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Include the motif of clocks in a poem.
Clocks can be representative of time, life and death, and opportunities.
Writings
There I was, a kid
Under the tick and tock
Of my aggressively progressive clock
Racing for the end of my
High school year
To enter what I was to choose
College or career
The pressure of choosing one thing
to be for the rest of my life
Whether it’s teacher, or doctor,
Business woman or midwife
The plan is set in stone
I’ll be this one
This is the way I should go
All to come to a fork in the r...
There must always be a clock nearby
Analog with a crooked second hand
Is and Vs that are loosing their meaning
To flashing phone screens
Beeping boxes that flash and hum
Wristwatches with glowing faces
There must always be a clock nearby
So that I may always see the time
Eliminating the uncertainty of life
Through a constant pattern
Numbers that repeat the same way
Day after day after day
Th...
Summer shines all day,
Standing as fearless fighters,
Words sharper than any blade,
Hurt more than bullets sprayed
Time is killing itself, despite our pleas,
The clock is constantly ticking,
Watching desperation bleed
I beg for forgiveness,
But I am never forgiven,
We are still soldiers,
Anger and hurt driven
Soon time will give up,
Soon the bombs will explode,
Forever stuck in this rut,
I ...
The beep shuts off,
a straight line appears.
I don't hear anything apart from the
tick, tick, tick.
It's dark here.
I don't have anything to do.
I stand, I stare,
on nothing, at nothing.
My immortality is mortal
which is something
I knew.
The place where I lived before
was better than
this
eternal
screen....
Dandelion blowing in the breeze, I used to think you were just a weed
I’ve wished on you a thousand times
Your taste is bitter but your remedy is sweet
Pull you up and never let you grow
Little did I know you are so good for me
Now dandelion my friend
Never again just a weed....
listing thirteen reason why i
want to cry
its hard to stay dry as the colder seasons pass clock ticks on
hopeful to increase the in touch connection between you and i
you and and i share ptsd
our attention deprived childhood we craved company
reuniting with you and moving in i’d swear to agree to if i could
we’d stay warm adapting to a cabin in the woods...
I slinked out of the alley. Quickly making my way into the plaza. Scanning the crowd I caught several shadows outlining people. Multiple old and few young.
A small girl, shimmering with pink light, smiled at me. Waving as her father ushered her forward. I smiled, returning it with a bow. Most of the time children were able to notice my presence. Few adults could as well. An odd and mysterious th...
he looks down one last time.
beginning at the midnight of her face.
where he laid forehead kisses, wedding cake.
his chin met her perfectly there.
he says goodbye to the eye of her soul.
he looks to her three o’clock.
where aches he soothed away lived.
his thumb would rest there when holding her.
he says goodbye to her mind.
he looks to her six o’clock.
where his love first met hers. ...
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