Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a blank verse poem on a topic that's important to you.
Blank verse poetry doesn't rhyme, but has a very strict structure which builds a melody through rhythm. (One way to create this is to structure each line with the same amount of syllables, and the same syllabic stresses, like you might if you were writing the verses of a song.)
Writings
Cliff Of My Heart
I can feel myself slipping.
To familiar that’s for sure.
As if I was on a cliff
Resting peacefully on it
But I slipped and then I fell
Now I’m trying to hold on
On to happiness and health
But depression is ruthless
Took a break for a short while
Thought I was out of the woods
Now it’s hungry for some more
Just act happy all the time
Even if I want to cry
Can I clime up of the cl...
The Hell She Hath Created
She was an enchantress with a halo of moonbeams,
A heartbeat that measured distance in light years
As she projected images of autumnal affairs
Into my otherwise empty head where visions
Of perfect nuance, of her, on the cusp of
Womanhood, still clinging to her girlish features, in front
Of her spectators, eagerly awaiting for
Her fumbling. But I watched the blues of the
Dreariest November leech th...
Drowning In Quiet
**Drip**
**Drip**
**Splat**
Tears fall like raindrops from the sky,
Marring her small, freckled face.
She sniffles,
Breath stuttering,
She chokes on air,
Tears at her clothes, clutching her dying heart—
But she dares not scream.
No… she must be silent.
Her eyes puff red,
**Drip**
**Drip**
Her tears soak the floor once more.
No one understands.
**Drip**
**Drip**
And how could they?
**Drip**
**...
Love For The Game
Love is like the sound of bouncing balls
By balls we assured that no matter how bad your self-indulgence is or how dirty your walls might be, the taste it brings it is like a chefs kiss. The confidence to bounce with all its might, the love for the game its where you will find Christ....
Two-Thirds of Wildlife Gone
I wonder where they had to go,
The animals that lived nearby,
In shady woods of trees and briars
Or prairie grass and wild flowers,
Who ate the berries by the ditch
Just like I did as a child,
But then they cleared away the land
For neighborhoods and crowded streets.
The loudness of development
Would cover screams of death, I guess.
For soon the places they could go
We’re gone without a trace or p...
Mental Health Illness
Life can be so hard sometimes it can also be unfair but we grow stronger and learn to move on. I try to find joy in the little things now and be more positive. Living with mental health illness is hard but I try to tell myself that I’m not alone and people do care. I try to help others who suffer with mental health issues as well because I want them to know they’re not alone and that I understand...
I Know It Existed, But Not How It Felt
I know what depression is,
A mind-addled sickness brought
On by broken wings, hobbled.
The same way love turns the
Eyes to rose, it turns the
Eyes bloodshot yellow.
My heart ached so much
Those days, pounded so loudly,
Striking hand held to breast.
Turgid pulse brought with it pain,
Twisted the world,
Inched me closer towards bitter shadows.
Years later, I sit with those memories
And remember ...
Searching For Joy
I’m searching for more joy in my life
Trying to learn something new every day
I think the key is to start on the inside
To change the way you think
About life, but more importantly about yourself
It’s hard not to judge your every move
To question the decisions you make
To actually applaud yourself for who you are
And for trying your best
I think there is more joy to be found
By accepting that y...