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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.)
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I’m still alive Today I’m smiling But tomorrow I cry The fall you took Was to much to bear Tried to turn you into a story But there’s none to be told You were a brave soul Selfless in heart Brave in spirt Smart in people
You sacrificed your life On your own good will Decided to leave me Left me with a card But I threw it away in tears Made a crack in the cement waiting For you to come back And play with me again You knew what you did But did it to save your New friends you made Now you spend your time Alone without me in a Better place
Always wanted to leave Then found out life was worth it But got injured in a fire Saving a child life Had friends whom Made you happy But when you left You knew everyone can Be turned into gold
You been a human To a dog To a human again You were always a serious person But you died to protect me You went into the veil That is like a gate Now your soul is gone Behind the mist I still see you when your gone But you shouldn’t have died for me
You all knew what you did It was to save the world of the bad You knew the cost But came to accept it when You had to make a choice between Life or death but you all chose death To let the people you love survive the war You are all battling for a greater world
When i wake up, i think of what tomorrow may bring. The idea of a new day. The ability to breathe in the cool air in the morning.
Doing this sort of thinking makes me hopeful for forever. Knowing i can look to a brighter day will make things move faster, but slowly.
I see how gray sometimes it can be in the morning, when the sun starts to peek a little. I look to the clouds and see more colors of some blue. Like how the skies used to be many times before. The weather is so unpredicable at times, but we know what this means,
That the sun will always be there tomorrow, and bid farewell when it lowers.
Knowing this always gives me the time to reflect like how it reflects its rays on me. Time to see what tomorrow brings.
What a beautiful day.
Not knowing the inbetween? how exciting…💕
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 cliff
Before the roots grow too deep?
My poems will be better
Or maybe just more violent
To express my sinking heart
I don’t think I’ll clime back up
Before it pulls me back down
Im loosing my grip right now
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 the colors from her face and Left me scrambling for meaning in her absence.
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 Drip What would she say? What could she do?
Drip All she can do Drip Drip Is hold back her wails, Drip Drip And pray for the sun to rise again.
. . . Splat
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.
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 patch. The berry stain, the dandelion, All washed away in a tide of progress. And in the sea of forgetfulness Our tears did go. The losing wild That went into oblivion. I cry for them. Two-thirds of them.
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When all hope fails, what do we rely on?
Write a poem or story on what we turn to when we lose hope. Think about the emotions and problems that occur when this happens, and how it's dealt with.