Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Who are we when no one is watching?
Write a poem that answers this question.
Writings
watched
who are we when no one is watching?
as for me,
does my bubbly facade fall?
is it a facade or is it true,
do i cry in my room tears that stain my pillowcase
from nights late with anguish
or do i smile to myself thinking of you?
maybe i would, if i had anyone to think about
no, rather i lay on my bed and stare up at my ceiling,
wondering questioning
thinking
why can no one seem to love me properly?
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Who are we,
When no one’s watching?
When the mask is no more,
What’s left behind it?
Could it be…
A teenager trying to move on from
A life she choose to leave behind
The child we once were who is still
Afraid of what could be lurking in the dark
A foolish girl wishing to meet
Someone and fall in love
A writer whose deepest thoughts and
Feelings are expressed through her writing
An ove...
Who We Are
Who are we when no one is watching?
Christmas's cheeks are wet.
His hands shake;
his eyes leak.
His mind's a mess;
his face is weak.
Outside is home;
inside is bleak.
The sun has already set.
We are vulnerable.
Who are we when no one is watching?
Cornflower clings to the fabric.
Though faded, it
still has his smell.
The more he gave,
the harder she fell.
Where this will go,
only time can tell;...
The Well
in the well of the true self
there lies a pool leftover
from the ocean of creation.
my mother casts down the bucket
and draws up a daughter
not the one she wished for
but this is not a wishing well.
my brother casts down the bucket
and draws up a sister
fierce companion and bitter rival
bound as only blood can bind.
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**the girl from school casts down the bucket **
**and draws up a light of ...
When no one is watching
Who are we when no one is watching?
Are we really the same?
Or are we a different version of ourselves?
Are we a separate entity?
Are we a new person?
Or do we keep the same skin in private too?
When no one is watching,
do we do things we shouldn’t
or that no kne should see?
Fo we sing, laugh and dance,
like there is no tomorrow?
Or do we cry and scream
until our lungs burn
Do we writh in pain
b...
When The Room Forgets Your Name
When the room forgets your name,
and shadows press
through the cracks in the door,
do you hold your breath
or let it shatter
into splinters of silence?
The mirror sees you—
not the face you polish
for the world,
but the one carved
in fractures too deep to mend.
Do you carry the weight
of every unsent letter?
Or leave them scattered—
paper ghosts curling
on the cold floor?
When the night leans c...
Who Are We
The world's a stage, they say, where roles we play,
But when the curtains fall, and lights fade away,
When no keen eyes observe, no judgment's cast,
Who are we then, with pretense surpassed?
Do masks we don, in shadows dissolve,
Revealing souls, that yearn and evolve?
The polished veneer, the crafted facade,
Do they crumble and fall, like dreams that have trod?
Perhaps we're children, with spirits...
Only One Version
Swirling green,
eyes bright with wonder,
life springing with every step you takes.
When no one is watching, who are you?
When their prying eyes and judgmental words,
are too far to reach,
a starved creature,
too tired to see the next day’s light.
When no one is watching, who are you?
When it’s okay to laugh-
such a wonder it is,
when that beast locked in your mind
isn’t whispering doubts to y...
True Colors
To walk away after doing a generous act
My heart had only pushed me to do it
But was it my heart or was it my mind
Was it my ego in desire of validation
I dance away after buying a child ice cream
For her lack of counting her pennies
But is this help what prevents those from true growth
Perhaps I should stop interfering
Shall I continue to “help” or is it only a disservice
As what would ...