Writing Prompt
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Write a poem exploring expectations and reality.
Dreams don’t always come true, but sometimes the alternative is preferable. Whatever angle you take, examine these two perspectives.
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If your dream came true
Would you be happy?
It would be yours, yes
And it would replace reality
But is that **good**?
**Right**?
If the world was filled with dreams
And reality was thrown out of the mix
People would be the same
Be hurt, be sad, be disappointed
Because our dreams create reality
This never ending cycle of turning and trying
So try your dream
Create the reality
But be mindful ...
I’ve seen people lose their light
when they realize their dream won’t come true.
And although that sounds daunting and gray, it’s real.
When their eyes darken and they bow their heads in disappointment,
I know their dream has been shattered into a thousand tiny pieces.
When they realize that this expectation they’ve been holding onto
disappears into the howling wind, never to be seen again,
almos...
With stone and brick I built a wall,
A fortress never meant to fall.
My heart, a thing of guarded grace,
Kept safe, untouched, in lonely space.
But then you came, a whispered breeze,
Rustling leaves through ancient trees.
The walls you breached with laughter's sound,
Your sunlight doused the thirsty ground.
Now flowers bloom where shadows lay,
And every stone you melt away
Reveals a heart that ...
Tw: this is a really long poem, like absurdly long, and might not even be worth the read because i’ve never had a daughter, i just really want one so i figured i’d give this a shot. this is also just a draft so idek at this point… also i didn’t follow the prompt. but despite all that, feedback would be great!
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at first you are small,
your tiny fingers curled
around mine.
does that mean
yo...
I sat where I sat
I didn’t want to break routine
And you got upset
Cuz that’s where you’d been sitting
I tried to explain,
You finally complied.
Then isolated yourself,
And sulked in silence.
I didn’t go over and ask what’s wrong.
Other people seemed concerned.
Is there something wrong with me,
For being so sure,
That it was a tactic,
To cause lines to blur?
I did nothing wrong,
And I will stan...
Sometimes I ponder between life and death.
The choice to choose has always been given.
Wait on the right or conform with the left.
Believe what is seen or trust what is hidden.
I debrief through prayer and giving praise.
Some days I stumble but I always raise.
Aware of not conforming to the ways.
Neither silver or gold could cause me to stray.
Temptation of over indulgence plagues.
The wo...