Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
"Even the dead tell stories."
Using this as the opening or closing line, try writing a horror or thriller poem.
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Arriving on the scene to a crowd
I take note of the body’s secrets
A bruise on the neck and throat
Hands and feet bound by rope
A single strand of hair is found
It’s stuck under a fingernail
The crime scene techs bag the hair
As I happened to see another thing
Blood was on the feet, the bottoms
I had the techs swab them both
As I waited not so patiently
I finally got the call
I headed to the s...
**[not horror or thriller]**
I write words with backgrounds
some couldn’t imagine.
Poetry and stories
are something I call passion.
He wrote jokes,
helped me with some poetry.
Bought me some coffee,
told me I was in no hurry.
Words were just words
until someone made them special.
He smiled and gave me inspiration,
shared the ways on how not to wrestle
with myself.
But how do words help
when hi...
Even the dead tell stories
I remember a time when life was pure and bliss
Until my grandmother passed away and it brought immense darkness
The fear and confusion that I had without her made me quiet
Time sand time again I tried and tried to deny it
But deep down I knew that she was really gone
And I knew I’d never hear her voice or her song
But one night I couldn’t sleep I couldn’t close m...
Even the dead tells stories
But no one ever worries
That they have things to say
Because as long as they dont pay
And there’s no profit to gain
Why would people go through the “pain”
Of listening to someone
If they’re not a loved one
No one will ever care
About you’re dispare
So why when you’re dead telling stories
Do you think someone will actually start to worry...
I buried the body
deep in the ground
far out of view
and far from the town.
No one will find her,
or that is my hope.
Maybe I should have
put her in the moat.
It started out innocent
and that was my wish,
but true tail can’t be told
for forbidden is this.
For now I return
to claim all my glories.
I pray she won’t be found.
Even the dead tell stories....
Every ethnic group is different,
For the nation is the same.
Others want to break down,
Will never happened.
Others try to break down,
Unite together and go against.
There is sacrifice,
There is ruthless,
There is difficulty,
There is uncertainty,
Even more…
Together we fight,
Glory of our nation,
What we defend;
Every field of our country,
Contribute to improve,
Working together never say hard;
F...
Even the dead tell stories
Silenced they are not
Though stone cold and still
They tell stories of fraught
Stories of miraculous miracles
And hard won battles they fought
They tell stories to us
Those of independent thought
What they say is important
Though their departure may cause distraught
Even the dead tell stories
So listen out
For what they have to say
And what it’s all about...
Walking through the graveyard you see people that will never exist on this earth
Ever again
You see their names
The years they were here
But that’s all you’ll ever know
You can’t talk to them
You can’t _know _them
But as I’m walking through the lives of the forever unknown
I create their stories in my mind
I see them dancing in parties
Baking up cakes
Loving their loved ones
Singing...