Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem based on the theme of rediscovery.
Try to use this as the central theme to write a poem that has a structured rhyme scheme.
Writings
I’ve Lost Myself
_*authors note: it’s not gonna rhyme_
I often wonder if I’ve lost myself,
It probably sounds funny to say it like that.
But it’s true.
I’m sure that I’ve lost myself somewhere,
in the deep parts of me in the last few years.
It’s odd.
Becuase I know a part of me is still there,
but not fully.
And I always try to search deep down inside of me, hoping, praying to just be me again.
And I see...
Love as a Flower
Love is a flower
Unfolding by the hour
And with each new petal
My devotion grows and gains great power
I’m meeting him over and over again
He tells me new things
Of what happened when
Of who he had been
Before we exchanged rings
Everyday I’m learning something new
From what he says
And what he can do
Time and again
When our moments are few
He can take one and one and make two
The man I tho...
Rediscovery
Rediscovery is a beautiful thing,
Seeing something once does not mean you really saw,
You can see something a hundred times,
But if you look closer each time,
If you have a different perspective each time,
If you are at a different place in your life each time,
If you are in a different mood even,
I bet you will see something new or deeper or more profound,
We don’t always need new experiences,
W...
Blighted
In the heart of the quiet, forgotten town,
Where streets are silent and sound,
A soul returns with memories brown,
From the archaic past, lost dreams are found.
Once, long ago, this place was home,
With laughter ringing through every door,
Now wandering, a heart does roam,
In search of what was lost before.
So let the journey, gentle, guide,
Through paths that once were known so well,
In redisco...
To Love A Boy
When I was eleven, I kissed a boy.
We starred in the school show.
He was bold, I was coy.
His name was Matteo.
After the play, we met backstage.
Did I know what it meant
to kiss a boy at that age?
The detention was well spent.
He left school before long.
My heart ached, not to know why.
I knew how I felt was wrong
that I was in love with a guy.
Years and years away, I'm a man.
A wife with ch...
Finding A New Self
Hard working boy,
With dreams in mind,
Nothing can stop his footstep.
Incident has happened,
Nearly took away his life;
Negative comes out,
Lazy,
Complaining,
Doesn’t matter how the life goes…
For years never changed,
Until one day, a striking news!
Drowned dreams starting to emerge.
He want to come back,
Top of the mountain,
Where he had been before.
Changing the whole,
Hard,
But with happy a...
memories
Sometimes I sit in my room, going through boxes of things i've long since forgotten about.
i'll pull out an old sketch, or maybe a letter, and i'll think of you.
Old memories stick with me forever, sitting dusty in my closet until I find them again, years later.
And my mind always goes back to you....
Finding You Again
It’s hard to describe where things started - the beginning of things just disappeared. Always believing I was afraid of time continuing to move forward but the past is what I mostly fear. Every step towards happiness taking me a step further from being happy. Continuously reliving unpleasant events in my mind causing me to view the world as crappy. Repeatedly asking myself, why am I here - why me ...
Rediscover
He tore me down,
Trampled on my trust.
A permanent feature became a frown.
My life became unjust.
My self esteem declined,
And now I am lost.
My love for you I can not find,
What was the cost?
The cost of loving you,
Was losing myself.
What can I do?
When I’m stuck on the highest shelf.
I need to be my own lover,
Myself,I need to rediscover....
Sell me a pen
Beyond these four walls around me
There is a world of kind
There are all the things about me
I’m still yet to find
And I won’t linger
Cause I’m more than just a loss
I’m more than a finger
And there’s so much yet to cross
And I’ll have to leave behind
The shape of a footprint
To read between the lines
And shades of my fingerprint
I’m more than a boundary
I am the dream
Of the other s...