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POEM STARTER
You are convinced you can see mysterious figures lurking in the shadows. Write a poem about them.
Choose a specific style of poetry that would be suitable for this theme.
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It was becoming that time of night, the lights shine dim softly glowing yellow and burning orange.I continued to walk the path into the woods it was the quick way to get home seen as though I needed to stay back at work it was my day to close up.
The path was long winding and narrow it had big uneven patches of stodgy mud ran along side probably because of big groups of kids trying to huddle wit...
They crawl closer, I dream, do they?
They watch me closely, I flinch, they stay.
Reaching out but passing through,
Ethereal – ghosts, much like you.
Yet they crawl closer, my fears dismissed,
Their gaze runs deep, turns hot, insists.
Now, we amalgamate, incorporeal yet true.
Now, we can no longer be, alone nor with you....
There was once a man who lived in terror of the things he would see every night. Things that he could only see. Everyone in town thought he was “crazy” or “delusional”, and that the things he saw were fake, but through the look of his eyes, it sure sounded real. His name is Joe Bennet. He was known for being “the coo-coo neighbor” who was believed to be on drugs. He had a slender frame so thin, yo...
How many times do I have to tell you that I’m okay For you to realize that I’m not,
You see a smile on my face everyday
When everyday it’s a constant battle in my head
But you don’t see what I see
Every tear to every thought
What would you do?
If you could listen to the pace of my heartbeat
And fathom the pain that’s constantly consuming my very being
But you wouldn’t understand because I’m ove...
The thing in the doorway is backlit.
It, they, are tall and thin
With just the wrong number of limbs
The wrong number of eyes
Lit up,
despite the lack of light
He advances.
It advances.
You try to turn on the lights,
Fumble for the switch.
Where is it?
There—
Just to the left
Flick it on and see.
Oh god, it’s so much worse when you can see it....
Someone’s there,
In the dark,
Waiting for me,
Pawning for me,
I feel them all around me,
Their breath on my neck,
The hair on my arms stand up,
I turn to see the stranger watching me but no one’s there,
People I tell laugh at my despair,
I can practically hear their breathing in my sleep,
Their footsteps behind me,
An invisible man always there,
Mocking me,
Taunting me,
His voice in the air,
Alway...
It’s night.
3am to be exact.
I am alone again and desperately withering for peace.
The constant sting to put my pen down and let my thoughts be.
My pillow is cold,
My blankets are hugging my body tighter than usual tonight.
The voice is creeping up on me so quietly.
She is always with me.
Thumping and thumping and now my heart is booming.
She is loud and she is here but, tonight she is screaming.
...
There’s someone right behind me
Their breath hot on my neck
Their arrival is so timely
Keeping my happiness in check
I could say I didn’t expect it
I could say I did not know
But this visitor inside me
Has caused the monster to grow
It’s claws reach for me in fury
Telling me I don’t belong
I dream of them so purely
It’s voice in every song
While these shadows haunt me
and I wish they’d go away...
In the corner of my eye I see a shadow lurking by it's slowly moves closer as I seem to be the prey no one believes me when I tell them about this sight more and more appear as I seem to be in fright , frightened I am shouting why me why me why am I the one that has to see these beings the closer I look, the shadows seem to be the past, reminding me of things that didn't last...
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