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
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
The Seed Of Faith.
Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be. No quarrel shall I have with man or beast. The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.
I shall not move in doubt; my soul stays free. Though tempests rage, my anchor steadies me. No greater foe than doubt shall be released. Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be.
As roots take hold, they break through stone to be. Through deserts dry, my faith shall find release. The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.
Each step I take, God’s mercy strengthens me. The voice of truth declares all trials will cease. Through storms, I’ll hold my ground; steadfast I’ll be. The smallest seed of faith grows deep in me.