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POEM STARTER
Write a poem about contentedness that makes use of anaphora between the end of one line and start of the next.
Anaphora is the repeating of a word or phrase for a specific impact. It can be used at the beginning of all lines, or at the end of one and beginning of the next.
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Orchestra concerts bring… Peace. Peace, stilling your hands, slowing your heart. They bring your consciousness to a priceless mental state, One foot in and one foot out. Half of you is part of the music, The rhythms, The melodies. It captures you, Entrances you. And the other half of you is ushered away, Cast off into distant lands. You experience a perfect moment, Lost in a fantasy of your own unique design. You’re split in two, But there is no split. It’s seamless, Leaving you in two places at once. It’s beautiful. It’s magic.
Seriously though, there aren’t words for the perfect feeling orchestra can bring. It’s truly mesmerizing, when the sound rushes over you in waves… People say magic doesn’t exist, but experiences like this prove it does.
You didn’t see me breaking
Breaking down Breaking free Breaking through Breaking my back for you
Now you get to see me breaking
Breaking up Breaking hearts Breaking records Breaking a smile Breaking you
Breaking made me Breaking finally broke you
Aren’t you glad I was okay with you breaking Breaking me?
LLK.
Dance is the moonlight reflected on the lake Dance is the starlight sprinkled on the snow Dance is the rainbow glistening with colour Dance is the darkness and light below
Dance is the grace of a pure white swan Dance is the energy of a young puppy Dance is the fierceness of a bold lion Dance is the craziness of a rabid chimpanzee
Dance is the curve of the doll’s soft cheek Dance is the cut of the hard jawline Dance is the sparkle in fascinated eyes Dance is the rush to keep in time
Dance is the explosion of the fire Dance is the sharpness of the ice Dance is the nature of the earth Dance is the cutting air of wind
Dance is the bursting balloon Dance is the popping of a soda Dance is the firework of the body Dance is the calmness of the mind
Dance is the cello on the rooftops Dance is the running and the jumps Dance is the blood and the tears Dance is the finding of what was lost
Dance is the expelling of emotions Dance is the intake of light Dance is the breath of fresh air Dance is the velvet of the night
Dance is the sweat Dance is the work Dance is the sport Dance is the smile
Dance is the liberation Dance is the unfreezing of the frozen Dance is the flames of the night Dance is the dewy morning light
Dance is the awakening Dance is the open mind Dance is the free spirit Dance is the clean soul
Dance is life. Life is dance.
I’ve done it again, Slipped off the face of the earth and floated with the stars.
I’ve done it again, Left messages unread and calls unanswered on flickering screens.
I’ve done it again, Fallen into routine automation and narrowed my peripheral gaze.
I’ve done it again, Lost control by gaining control and only acting when prompted.
I’ve done it again, Become anonymous to be everyone around me and a stranger to myself.
I am happy to sit To sit here I am content I am content in the present moment In the present moment I sit I sit and feel the dullness Feel the dullness of warm Summer air Warm Summer air after the rain The rain has a scent we’ve longed for We’ve longed for these Summer days to cool To cool our bodies, to slow our lives down To slow our lives down, so we can listen So we can listen to the cicadas sing their song Sing their song of renewal Renewal songs that fill the summer night The Summer night is filled with hope Filled with hope as I continue to sit To sit here I am content I am happy to sit
Chased by the reality of not being enough, worried it might last forever Chased after heights while being rebuffed, overreached without hesitancy forever
Chased by bullies in all shapes and size, they nipped at my heels forever Chased after the prize with unrelenting pursuit, unwilling to settle forever
Chased by desire to do more than most, a goal line relocated forever Chased after dreams, not for almost, discontent fueled the fire forever
Perfect, that’s what my life is not Not that I have reasons to complain Complain for what anyway? Anyway, back to my life Life is far from what I’d like Like living by the sea and hear the waves Waves of joy and waves of peace Peace is what my life is now Now that I am busy but enjoy what I do Do you understand this? This means life is better when simple Simple things are what make it worth.
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POEM STARTER
‘Sweetness and softness were old friends seldom heard from.’
Write a poem that opens with this line.