Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem in a different genre to your usual comfort zone.
This poem can be in any style and with any theme, but try to write in a genre that you wouldn't normally try.
Writings
Enchantment
With a wish of an enchant, thought of as a dream come true Like a shooting star, she wished so effortlessly, for a love that set no limits,but soon found out it had not boundries From a time of wanting, no craving this dream To once be real, as hopeless as it may seem. From what she struggled thru and thru A voice so familiar, enchanting alike From glances, to laughter emotions would strike Questions ran deep as did thoughts intertwined A voice in her head continuously spoke over time From white flags to red She didn’t see at first The pain, the tears weren’t heard at first To speak one’s mind is oh so great! But to be blunt, honest and transparent… Was that her biggest mistake? What she thought was a dream come true, enchanting at best.. his voice drowns hers out and puts it to rest See this love story ends with the slightest twist, it’s not the ones you think you would fall for or miss at best it’s the ones you try to keep, but when opposites attract. You sow and you reap To The ones you know won’t make it but try With the bleeding hearts that cry in the night time from swooning midst of great conversation that move time. Falling is impossible and difficult at first Only for those who are seen as cold hearted and misplaced Yet always misunderstood but nevertheless they try and try And make matters best Even through through the darkness they try to seek light Or use the enchantment to brighten the others life It’s hard and difficult but true to its word With each passing whisper, a story of lies will unfold Making the waves crash into one another along the shore line Shattering the great divine, a wish that was thought had finally come true in a terror of grasping for what she knew was truth Let sleeping dogs lie they say at best The advise of wisdoms spoke out from her chest The twisting and turning of the trees at night Soon sang a melody let her sweet sorrows lay rest.
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Author note: haikus are short so I’ll do a couple
I don’t like structure Yet I need it to survive Haikus confound me
Snow fall’s expected So I remain in my home Bundled up and warm
Books piled up high I chip away at my hoard Learning more each day
Snuggled up with you I hope warm weather comes soon With sweet flowers too
My Robot Friend
It tells me what the weather’s like It brings me a thirst-quenching drink It's a walking general knowledge quiz It cleans my dirty sink.
It remembers all my family's birthdays When my gas bill needs to be renewed It waters all my garden roses It cooks me al-la-carte food
It’s like a walking diary It really is top notch It’s got all the bells and whistles And it’s battery goes non stop
It really is so helpful It does everything for me I don’t ever have a lift a finger Or make a cup of tea.
I probably should not rely on it It sort of rules my house When I have my back turned It goes as quiet as a mouse
One day it malfunctioned While at the kitchen sink It started throwing knives around His cogs were on the brink
I really should get my money back I could have nearly died It tried to stab me in the heart Before its motherboard went and fried.
Supernova
Your soft voice repeated superstar in my head, When I walked to school, When I did homework, Before I slept. Today, in our assembly, they spoke about supernovas and superstars. I was intrigued, and again, daddy, your voice was in my head. You may be in the cold grave, But warm filled my heart when I heard you, daddy.
Fear condenses on my lips at the white man before me, I’m scared, daddy, I’m scared. Save me. Save me. Save me.
I’m only twelve, daddy, you were only forty. The white man is writhing in disgust; why can’t you save me, daddy? You always used to. Always promised you would. Why can’t you save me, daddy?
I’m only twelve, daddy. Why can’t you save me? I touch my dark face, covering a scream, The white man plunges, casting for my organs.
Daddy, save me. Why can’t you save me?
You remind me about the assembly one Friday afternoon in primary, About how my black teacher spoke more about supernovas: How they are, in fact, dying stars On the verge of becoming black holes.
Pain.
Pain. The feeling of so much yet nothing. The thoughts that flow through my mind. Are they the thoughts of a sane person or insane. The thoughts of just blackness and darkness they float in my mind. Pain. Pain. The idea of loving someone so much that the entire idea of putting yourself all in also means loosing who you are as time goes. The near existence of being “free” and being loved the true way you want to be, becomes only a memory. Pain. Pain. The knowing of looking at someone to just know that the idea or reality something is going to happen becomes a feeling that can’t be shaken. The idea of being with this pain becomes something so strong you crave you can’t escape. Pain Pain. The idea of “I won’t ever be enough for you” streams through every inch of your veins but still can’t let go of that rope. Stretching the entire truth of “you can do this” to be the strength you hold on to. Pain. Pain. Will it ever stop….
Rabidus
Dripping Crimson rivers reign dunes of flesh, apart from what is mine. A carmine king dons a crown, circulating his amber like cancer. A caveat to the incompetent. A cautioned box irreversibly opened. I crave rust, a caustic appetite, a palate for ferrum. They are prone to affliction and conceal from it, I wear it as skin. They look upon themselves, pressed upon cherry reflections, bound to tissue, congealing. The floor a canvas for my cardinal masterpiece. My symphony, a concoction exhorted, culminating disorder. A disgusting heap of clutter, of mess. Like Jekyll is to Hyde, they cowered, I conquered.
The Flying One
There she was Flying on In the sky Oh so high
She sings with birds And hangs in trees Befriends the bees Who hear her sing
She flies so high Up in the sky No one to stop her Whilst she flies
She lives her life As if no one’s there No one to judge Those leaves in her hair
She goes on and on And never stops On and on And never drops
She flies so high Up in the sky No one to stop her Whilst she flies