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
Last Day, My First Day
His life and hope had gone dark
He had no one who cared
He was the first one that I knew
His life had gone swimming stormy seas
He was on a boat, waiting for it to sink
A piece of a thousand puzzle piece
Was not in sight, like emtiness and dispair
She fled like she was a ghost
She didn’t have a clue
How short her life would be
My life was on the line
She stood and watched from afar
I was there t...
Consumption
tender and soft, a person who was kind to me; was gentle. a person who gave me every part of them; their time, their attention, their love.
but i can't stop consuming. i needed more. and i took more.
and yet, they kept giving it to me. soft and kind their thoughts of mind were when i consumed them.
warm and pliant was their tongue when i chewed it. juicy and hot were their eyes when i sw...
Rose Is The Only
Rose, Rose,
Listen to me.
Look at my lips,
Read my words.
Do you see how they spell out,
“Kiss me?”
If you can’t read my lips, how can you reach them?
Carress me, if only for a moment.
Let me pull you into a warm current,
like the embrace we’re sharing.
You’re my one and only.
My one and only,
That I’d share a life with.
That I’d get on one knee for.
That I’d slip a ring ...
Cold Brown Eyes
There he was with his
Soft brown eyes.
No one knew that those
Eyes hide behind lies.
It would be wise to follow
My advice. Cause he knows
How to roll the dice.
One day he will be nice,
And give you his best advice.
The next, he’d leave you behind,
With nothing but his cold brown eyes,
That will haunt you for life.
-aubrey...
Soul Void
The man crouched down in the dirt, feeling the dull ache in his legs, a pain that seemed to belong more to his soul than his body. The sky stretched above him, as blue as it was white, a perfect contradiction that mocked the void within him. He had tried everything, or at least he thought he had. The world was filled with things to do, things to see, things to feel, but none of it seemed to matter...
Sonnet no. one
Particles of wind dance through your hair
Sweet summer brown like a rich toffee tune
Back to the place where we know we belong
I hope that we can stay here for long.
Blue leaks from the sky into your eyes
I always wondered why they pierced like ice
The dress caressed your legs, your spine
All of the twine
So finely woven like the story of our love.
Too bad that it was only a line in a sour com...
The Sun
Me levantĂ© de mi cama a mitad del dĂa, el sol en su punto más alto dándome en el rostro entre los rayos que entran por mi cortina. Me levantĂ© con el cuarto en penumbras a pesar de la agresividad del sol. SabĂa que algo andaba mal, mi vista no tan buena lo veĂa, lo presentĂa. Mis ojos desenfocados por el sueño idĂłneo miraron hacia los lados, dándome cuenta del rojo, el rojo que cubrĂa mis paredes a...
Lost
I went to the store with my family
Clothe racks and aisles
Places to be, so many things to see!
The world that lies just beyond
The curtain of clothes.
I part the shirts
Like Moses parting the Red Sea
And I step into the circle
Hiding in a place I found
No one else will find it
I come out
I go to the next one
I go out again
And into the next
The next
Next next
“Mom?” I call
I’m tired, ready fo...