Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Write a poem that begins with a focus on loss, and concludes with a focus on love.
Think about the sturctures and flows that you can use to change the focus from beginning to end.
Writings
Where are you,
Teddy Bear?
I loved you so much
And I still do
But you are gone
Why?!
I try to ask people
But no one has found you
Some people don’t even look
But Mommy tells me
“They didn’t get to see your bear through sparkling eyes like you got to”
You let me hold you
Everywhere
On the twisty slides
In the bumpy car
At my overcrowded home
And through the hot summer days
I wish you stayed...
She ate the deviled eggs with me.
When everyone else was working on a big dinner, she ate the deviled eggs with me. I was too young to help, she was too old (well, too disabled really. She was already in a wheelchair). And we both ate most of the deviled eggs together. We ended up getting yelled at by my grandmother.
That will never happen again.
She loved castles. She bought me and my sister a...
_Nothing will ever be the same. _
Parked on the side of the high way
Pain pouring from out in streams
Sorrows drowned in bad decisions
Memories buried beneath months of mistakes
_Everything is different now_
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Isolation, a desperate need to hide
How does anyone ever survive this?
This was meant to be forever
Now, there is only a vague remembering__
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_This is for the best _
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Healing...
When darkness falls and life fades away,
you are left with spiralling thoughts, misguided dreams,
and hollow promises. In those times,
it's easy to retreat into the safety of your mind,
into the parallel life that was never yours.
For a moment you forget.
As the sun rises, you view the world
through a telescopic lens.
But all you see is the emptiness of the patterns you so desperate...
I’ve never truly known what love meant. I mean I loved my mom and I’m sure that as a little baby my dad made me smile. But Davian is different.
I say it a lot. Maybe too much, but the love of someone who doesn’t have to love you. It’s the greatest kind of love there is. Especially when you love that person back just the same way.
Like all little kids when Mom would bring up kissing or have a s...
***_not a poem._**
Every night, I stumble into our home, lost in my own head.
I eat Chinese food leftovers, _his_, silently at the dimly lit island table. Sometimes I sit, wrapped in a blanket on the couch, instead. But I do the same thing as I eat.
I mourn.
I mourn, and I cry, mascara staining my frail face.
No matter how much I try to shove my thoughts to back of my mind, whether throug...
You must understand,
the moment I heard of your death
my heart fell out of my chest.
It fell to the ground,
and like a tender piece of fruit,
it bruised.
My own two hands
were wiping the globs of tears
rolling down my face,
with a searing hiss
they burned my skin.
Grief was the one
who picked my heart up off the dirt,
and gave it a home.
It held my bruised bloody heart,
like a piece of f...
Memories are a painful thing to remember
Especially ones about you,
I still remember
your laugh and your smile and
The way you made others laugh
too But it was all fake, wasn't it?
So long I waited for your return
Because I believed the lie you told me
That you would be my true friend?
My childhood died when you shattered
My trust when anxiety found a way in
When all I wanted was your...
My sweet baby girl
I miss you very so much
My heart had never known such love
Such joy
But on the opposite side of that coin
My heart had never known such pain
Such brokenness
The day I lost you
Your 5th birthday
The day started so beautifully
I gave you your favorite food
We napped together
I took you on a walk
We played together
I had absolutely no idea
The day would end so badly
I had no idea
H...
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