Writing Prompt
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.
Writings
They Dance
3 days and 3 nights, Awake the whole time.
Day one was the high Drawing and creating endlessly Through the dark into the light. It carried me through the war Of the demons I was too tired to fight.
Day two was the move Without allotting time to eat I had all the time to do as I pleased. Something was amiss that day The high wasn’t as strong as I liked. Still, I pushed through another morning into night.
Day three. The morning rose and the high wore off. I was finally hungry And tired And lost. I got some food and sat to eat, That’s when either I noticed them Or they noticed me. In the dark TV I saw me And also them. They hopped around the couch dancing. I knew then I had lost my sanity.
3 days and 3 nights, It was time I finally closed my eyes.
Parts Of You
Dead but not gone Lurking in the shadows Late at night My protector or my demon People who aren’t there People who are watching Is this your wrath Or do you miss me Either way this feels like judgement No one else notices No one else see Tall cloaked in shadow Limbs too long Eyes too bright But I know it’s you Even in your tormented death Waiting in the web of shadows Patient Observing Waiting for me I feel my death is coming Maybe it will be you that delivers it to me As I had hand in delivering yours Sleepless nights Lights on Afraid of what waits in the dark Weeks Months Time blurs But you wait A spider in your web of darkness Insanity Fear Always looking I’m sorry my friend It wasn’t meant for you But you know this You tormented me because of it Now you shall get what you want Hands Eyes Flesh Blood Sacrifice It’s been so long to feel The sun finally on my skin Finally at peace
I remember you.
Behold my sight. Through the enchanting night. The swollen eyes of the divined. Roll a dice, through strings intertwined. Shadows, I remember you. My time is due, with this view. Through shadows I see into. Before I can remark. They march out of the dark. It’s just like how you grew. In my eyes, it is true. I remember you.
The Donaberry Bookie
A tall slim build, With a briefcase In hand,
Two eyes, sunk in, Long chin, just grand,
With no hair, Bald like a match, With hooves to stand,
And with his grin, Pressed suit, With a ring, Of tin,
I shutter to think, Inside the case, I did not see,
But from inside, The rectangular box, I heard a squee,
Like that of a child, scared cat, Or dying piggy,
I don’t know what I saw, I haven’t a clue, But go in those woods, And he’ll find you.
Whispering The Night Asleep
Can’t you hear? See? I know you can, as I myself can hear and see, The air is thick when they roam, I think I can no longer bear the sane, A rat monster with fangs and nails, Men wearing robes with a biting habit, Pacing around back and forth in my room, leave now or nothing will remain in my veins, The room I stay is a vacancy of wildness, Five are missing whilst there are holes in the home of rabits, Voices nagging me 24/7, am I going mad- No! I see them and so do they! I voiced my pain and worries to them, I told them, “It is I who is sane!” Yet they still haven’t heard a word that can be digested, Here I am…after awakening their annoyance and making them banish me to hell, I sit still all night long, in a white room with only a mattress in the centre, I see them…so do you.
I Know That They Are There
A footstep, a second A creak, and a thud I hear these sounds Noises that panic me Whispers of words that affirm my despise Shadows of people that creep through the aisles A click of a heel that does not belong to mine I stare before me and… I know that they are there
I can see the abnormality, the anomaly It’s there A wave of a hand, a widening of eyes A grin that grows, and fingers that beckon They’re there in the shadows, in the corner I reckon I take a step backwards, to run, to flee Then they start to giggle in glee These voices, these things, their shadows surround me Wrapping around my neck just to strangle me I know something I should not have Something that does not belong A secret so depraved I know they are there
I see them
They're in the shadows I seem them there Where the wind billows And the trees stretch long to the skies
They watch me with evil eyes I see them everywhere Even when they're in disguise And they hide under my bed
They might be in my head I see them in the color of my hair My eyes always wonder where I'm led So maybe I'll follow them through my fear
What, you can't see them here? I see them in their dark lair They drive me crazy when they're near I really should run away
Something about them whispers to stay I see them and wonder if they'll tear Are they made or paper or clay Maybe then I can chase them off
My friend snaps me back with a cough I see them and they see our pair Here at this safe little trough They can't get me when she's around
My guardian angel should be crowned I see them flicker in the air Then they vanish without a sound And I know, they're homebound