Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem exploring mistakes and redemption.
Humans are fallible, and often the best stories come from our errors. What might you discuss in this poem?
Writings
Mistakes And Redemption.
Mistakes happen, we all make errors.
We often think of mistakes as something that should be outlawed.
Mistakes happen, humans are fallible but often, the best stories come from our errors.
They say to leave room for error but what does that mean?
It means that we are bound to make mistakes, it is natural and often times that is where we learn the most.
The toughest lessons are often the o...
I’m Sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I hurt you; I’m sorry.
Up here, the sky’s like your eyes, just so endlessly starry.
You’re perfect, so perfect, in every single way.
And I’m hoping, just hoping, you’ll remember me always.
I’m longing, longing, longing for your love.
But that’s something I cannot have up above.
If there was any, any, any way that I could have your face.
If there was any, any, any way I...
Doghouse Thoughts
They say that only
the good die young,
I guess I’ll live forever.
I’ve been trying for forever
to get a little better.
I’ve been lying for a while,
I untether.
I’ve been dead inside for years
riding the surging tides of
all this stormy weather.
I confess that I’m a
monster hurting innocents.
In a sense I think if I
would die that you could mend.
Worth mentioning that I’m
still ...
im sorry-i wish
im so sorry
im so sorry that you feel like
you have to leave
i’m so sorry that this is affecting you
i’m so sorry i wasn’t there for you
im so sorry i haven’t been a good friend to you
im so sorry
i wish
you didn’t have to leave me
i wish we were happy
i wish one of my best friends didn’t need to walk away
but i understand why
and i’m sorry
im so sorry
and i wish things were different...
Confusion
You sit across the table,
Messy hair and charming smile,
Unaware of what you’ve done.
Sobbing on your bedroom floor,
My whole world shattered,
Yet you think everything’s okay.
Texting, hugging, talking.
You say that you have less feelings and
attraction,
But yet we’re still together.
Condescending, not supporting,
Yet I still have feelings.
I’m walking on a tightrope,
Do I fall?
Or...
Weeping Willow
The Weeping Willow had always cried.
It were from boys who pulled her ribboned pigtails as if they were church bells,
But instead of hearing the chime, they loved watching weeping willow cry
It were from the paper cranes that got stuck and tangled in her hair after someone had said they just ‘wanted to play’
It were from blocks they always shook until her castle was no longer stood.
Weeping Wi...