Writing Prompt
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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
“Here we go again! In a world full of irony, where the unexpected is expected.Dead to the soil and back to
underground.
“Oh, just you with your thoughts, that only dime your inner light, are we going to construct you and give you a new dimension? Is not like you want to grow.
“Alas , the only thing that works for you is sorrow! No,you said and here I go with my laughter , a laugh that even Dra...
I needed time to get to the grime,
to get to what’s mine.
I needed to find that thing in my chest,
I clawed beneath flesh—
there it was in the mess,
so much to express.
There it goes;
it’s still beating, I’m still breathing.
I’m still bleeding ink
and needing to make it manageable,
make it handle-able.
Put me on paper and make myself tangible.
Trouble is,
my own creative muse
is a blown fuse.
It’...
grayish white
or maybe blue
an unfathomable pretty hue.
is it day or is it night?
clouds, they hang in the air
regardless of time, up there
shapeless puddles of soft-seeming foam
in that unreachable space they roam
can’t be touched, can’t be held
and as I lie on my feathersoft bed,
all of my thoughts melt....
The wind doesn’t slap my cheeks anymore. It whistles through my hair.
It sings me a soft song.
Not sad, but fair.
The sky doesn’t loom over me anymore.
It stands right in its place
It’s smiling down upon me
With it’s big wide blue embrace
The sun doesn’t glare at me anymore
It warms me so gently
It’s rays just barely brush my skin
They make me start to think
Is this what it means to be free?...
Amber is an anti-cupid. She was doing her job, breaking up couples, as usual. A smile appeared on her face after the couple she just shooted started to argue.
Suddenly, she felt something pierce her heart. Her black hair fell over her shoulders as she felt a strange sensation unfamiliar to anything she had ever felt.
It made Amber feel all tingle-y inside, the feeling called love. She looked up ...
My fear
Is a chewy tobacco
My thoughts
Tell me this is how to prepare
by imagining
the worst scenario
But really,
in the end,
They lead me
To the depths of the sea
Where you can’t see fishes
You can’t see sunlight
You can’t see aqua blue
All you can see
Is dread
And fear
Then eventually
Anxiety
Anxiety
A chocolate weed brownie
Then turns the bottom
Of the sea
Into a bottomless pit
And...
I had a night of stars
That I so much love to look upon
Stars so bright
They were blinding
Then you came along
And I offered
That you stay with me
And watch the stars with me
How nice of you
To stay and watch with me
You made stargazing
Much more enjoyable
You named each stars
And made them special
And i thought
This would never end
I barely get to,
See you around
Stargazing with me
B...
my tears are falling down
just like those so called raindrops
that i see on my bed, on my window
while im looking at my reflection.
and as i feel the tears in my face,
as i feel my eyes getting dry
i look at my reflection but
what i see, it's not what i thought;
i see sadness and pain
like i was death in life,
but when i look at myself
**i don't know who am i.**
i know im pure and simple.
im i...
[I don’t know how I feel about this …but it’s definitely something out of my comfort zone. Not my best though I’m sorry]
There once was a circle in the lang of the shapes
But standards remain. Girls, there are no escapes
But every where she went she saw triangles you see
From the girls on television to each magazine
“Why don’t I look like them” she started to ask
And hating her body became her...
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