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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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Is that you?
Lurking in the shadows, teasing me
A wisp of a giggle, almost lost in the wind
was that a touch on my cheek?
would I feel that ever again?
Who are you, you elusive beauty?
I am haunted by your memory
Forever running towards you,
Only to grasp you for a second
What can I do to get you?...
Tonight they’re out in force
Noting my every move.
I feel a new remorse,
A guilt that they could prove.
I shouldn’t be hiding
Childlike in shadow.
A model guiding
My followers must not know.
My dirty secret
Would tarnish my reputation.
I am indeed a fraud
With a drug infatuation.
So forgive my addiction
I don’t want to influence your child
To become a cigarette smoker
I am myself beguiled...
The mysterious figures linger
underneath the moonlit, starry skies
within the haunting shadows
they quietly whisper lies
“Follow me my dearest, for you seem so very lost”
“this is nowhere to roam alone, for you know not what the cost”
as their pleads ring out in unison
you feel an unnatural allure
you suddenly want to follow
though their intentions seem impure
you can hear the wailing wind ...
I know they’re there. The shadows. I see them, I feel them. I feel Him. When I think too hard about who He is, I throw up. My head throbs and throbs. It feels as if a knife is stabbed through mg skull. My thoughts turn sluggish, seemingly being ripped straight from my brain. Me, Jasper, and Him. Who is he? Jasper’s sitting right next to me. Or is it Him? I don’t know. I can’t understand. I walk ba...
I knew I was insane way before this.
It started when I was 10.
Hearing those voices in the back of my head, whispering to me in the voices of my friends.
It continued when I was 12.
Thinking I saw something even when there can't be anything, because I've looked before and when I look again. Nothing.
It didn't get worse until now.
There are people.
I swear there are people and at the same t...
Sat in the corner of my abode
but in this house I’m not alone
his snickers fill the empty hall
in hopes of making me his thrall
his lustful eyes entrap my gaze
in hopes of earning him my praise
he brought me here from by the street
but all along I’ve sensed the scheme
he sends me mice he thinks as gifts
he thinks my love’s within his mits
but with this house he cannot leave
he’s cursed t...
It’s turning into obsession
It lurks beyond the shadows
Play again,
Burn the photo
Forget last time
Give me one more chance
Come on you love me!
You love it when I want to take all of you.
Why have you gone cold?
My dear your shivering?
Rely on me
Lean on me for rest
I’m not turning you into a mess
Your being dramatic!
Yes, so what if you sinned?
Oh you just realized?
Yes you sinned,
Of course it...
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