Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write a poem that focuses on the theme of imagination.
You could think about the role of imagination itself, or just get really creative and write your own imaginative poem.
Writings
Imagination
Clouds high in sky Dreaming of what could be Hope in my mind Thinking of the world about Coming up with ideas to fix the earth Coming up with imaginary scenarios Thing of grand ideas for the people Coming up with stories to be told forever Thinking of new things everyday Hoping to turn them into reality I dream of something to stay in the world forever Something called imagination
Running Through the Milky Way
I dream of catching whiffs of bubblegum roses in the nets of my nose.
I leap into a puddle as the twinkling dewdrops trickle up my clothes.
The colours of hot air balloons are dotting skies like a splatter of paint.
Giggling umbrellas all flip upside down without the winds of restraint.
Blades of grass cut through the crisp airs that send away a myriad of kites.
Then I clasp my hands and whisper, “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight.”
Someone hears me, blessed with sunkissed moonbeams, a sophisticated stature.
I yawn sweetly and find my home again, entangled in my dreamcatcher.
Brain Rot
Reels upon reels! The world is a pond And I am a fish out of water. Though I have gills, I’m a land lover.
My blubber is not sufficient cover From the weather’s indifference. A queen bed feels empty without a king to rule alongside.
Plop me in front of the television Because I feel like microwaving my brain cells. Is that toast I smell?
I am the meat between two soggy buns. Roadkill for the buzzards to fawn over—
Rotten at the core. Beached on the shore Like my gargantuan ancestors—
Smoking a cigarette with my blowhole. You know I’ve seen some shit—
Ashes. Ashes.
I fell with the devil and his henchmen. On the way down, He told me my life was a lie.
Everything Is Caused
When I close my eyes I close the door to the gray mistakes and follow the map to the lost city of redemption smokestacks pumping out clouds of cotton candy gentle on the eyes not bad for your teeth birds can swim fish can fly you’re fly fishing smiling I can still call you whenever I want to
Kanatlı şeytan
Not "Eylemlerin ile kırdın, parçaladın, ezdin kalpleri, Bilmiyor, duymuyor, görmüyorsun ızdırap çektirişlerini. Dil ile dövülünce ah u feryat edip 'Ben ne yaptım?' diyorsun. Beşer şaşar, ey insan, kendini doğru mu sanıyorsun? Arkadan konuşunca dürüstlük abidesi oluveriyorsun, Yine de öyle san, melek yüzlü kanatlı şeytan!"
A Phantasy
Close your eyes And visualize Reveal me what you see
Elephants A juicy apple A lake with a tree
Meditate And find yourself Remember who you are
Dreams appear But gone so soon Memories leave us far
Who are you What is that face Familiar yet plain
Knew you once A while ago But now you are mundane
Think of you Once in a while Assure you of my love
You should know Lest I forget When you venture above
Imagination
Imagination is like a door A door to a different world A world where you can be more More like your dreams that are so whirled
You can be anyone you like to be Be an firefighter, a president of a movie star It’s starring your imagination when you consider everything being possible Possible just in your mind’s eye
Where does your imagination take you You could go anywhere in this universe Universal Studios could be a fun place to visit Visit the place where the movies are made
When I mention Universal, I should also name the Warner Bros Bros like dreams and imagination They go hand in hand and work together Together to create a new reality where your fantasy flows
Imagination let you travel from the comfort of your home A home is actually also something you could imagine As big and beautiful as you would like it to be Being possible is the definition of imagination
Nothing
What is nothing Nothing is freedom Nothing last forever I still breath I look, still nothing I breath life into nothing And a spark dives onto the ground ignighting A phenomenon Of endless color A color that doesn’t exist But flows like a heard of bison Nothing lasts forever I look, still nothing But still breathing So I breath life into nothing I imagine something That is so smooth yet rough Why imagine a better life when you can imagine nothing A nothing filled with light An air that makes you light An endless amount of air that makes you rich What is nothing When you can make something out of it
The Worm
Imagine if you were a worm, And all you did was crawl and think Of having a body That didn't stretch and shrink.
Imagine making it to the next day, And fighting for every inch, Neck deep in dirt Dreaming and waiting for the pinch.
Imagine eating an old apple, And worshipping in it Like a rotten chapel.
Imagine being cut in two By an indifferent shovel, And becoming someone new.
Imagine slinking back to the soil As the kettle comes to the boil.
Imagine screaming without a mouth When things start to go south.
Imagine that.
Imagine that.