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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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**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 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 p...
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 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 ...
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...
His eyes
I have never known for them to be sweet
Sweet like honey
On Sunday morning
His hair
Soft like the clouds in the sky
Light and delicate
A touch so fuzzy
His laugh
A sound so lovely
A harmoney I could hear for centuries
I was enchated
His skin
The warmth from his body
So velvety and luminous
I have never touched something so pastel
His smile
Bigger than the world itself
Cal...
I know what it feels like.
That deep dark feeling we all feel,
I know that pain all too well
I’ve mastered it,
In a way.
It’s okay to feel like that
It means your human
That you aren’t numb
That you are being true to yourself,
The trick is to be comfortable in it.
Be okay with that darkness in yourself,
Befriend that darkness
When it screams at you
Listen to it,
Because no one will ever hav...
why do i always have to be
the one at the side?
i sit here on the bench,
simply watching them shine;
basking in their glory,
but never having mine.
they’re the stars, and i’m their shadow,
trailing just a step behind.
and the worse part is
i can’t even cry,
because each one of the stars deserves to shine.
so i’ll just sit here,
waiting patiently for the time,
where i won’t envy the stars,
becaus...
I’m not sexualizing you
I’m longing for you
The nights when I don’t see you
I think about you until I drift off
So when you’re finally in arms reach
It is time for me to devour
You are a piece of meat
But you are also many other things
Loving on your body is one of the many ways I can love all of you
As I do with all of my senses
A whiff of your expensive cologne
The sound of your baritone v...
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