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POEM STARTER
You are sitting under a tree in the sun and begin to feel sleepy. Write a poem about your surroundings and feelings.
Choose a specific style of poetry that would be suitable for this prompt.
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The tree covers over the seat that I sit on, there is a breeze that cools the skin from the sun.
The sun creeps over the seat from above slowly exposing your skin to the light.
Nature surrounds you, the birds fly up above.
The bees buzz on the tropical flowers beside you.
The ducks wander around the lake ahead, swimming and ducking their bodies into the the water edge.
The dragonflies hover over the water, flying along the water surface. I sit back and close my eyes and take in the sounds that surround me, the nature brings a peacefulness with the sights, smells and sounds.
I listen and hone in on the sounds that come to me, breathing easy in the fresh air of the outdoors. I start to feel sleepy, the nature sounds like a track for meditation or sleeping, I drift off into a daze with a smile upon my face, feeling truly at ease as the birds sound in the background.
I love the sun I love it’s warm embrace I love the way it takes The tension from my bones And just burns it
I love the sun I love its glaring rays I love the way It soothes my eyes closed Even under the shade
I hate the sun I hate the way it burns And I hate the way It makes me yearn for it
I hate the sun I hate the way it Suffocates me Warms me Grazes me Makes me feel Loved I hate the way It mimics a god
I hate the way I concede to it I hate the way My eyes bow to it I hate the way it Sings me this Silent siren lullaby
I hate how its so kind I hate how I fall for it Every time
When sunlight drizzles from the sky, It takes me back to thoughts of you. I wonder where you are, and why, You could not stay as others do.
I could not see through blinded eyes, I could not see as others do. But now you lay where beauty lies, My heart sees every inch of you.
Regretful are these sad and eyes, We did not love as lovers do, But oh, the sky feels ever blue. For you are there, where beauty lies, When sunlight drizzles from the sky, It takes me back to thoughts of you.
a soft grazing on my cheek i swat it away but it returns persistent
i open my eyes squint as they adjust to the light not a fly but rather your fingertips on my cheek
i smile up at you my head on your chest a leaf falls from above us as the breeze starts to slow
white patches on my skin from the sunscreen you poorly applied
but i don’t mind a few burns so long as we stay like this a while longer
you start to pull grass from the earth by my hip randomly i assume but you know there’s a method
i shut my eyes content i trust you to wake me if there’s danger
you tell me about your week how you hate your boss and school’s getting hard
i’d tell you about mine too but everything seems trivial with my skin absorbing the light
the hours pass by and the sun’s almost faded you say we should go
i grumble and complain but eventually regain my physical form
a rush of blood to my head as i try to stand up you steady me your hand around my waist
maybe i would stop taking iron supplements if you would catch me each time i felt a little dizzy
but just as we’re leaving your hand in mine i look back at the ground we lay on tears welling in my eyes
the grass you pulled wasn’t random you’re a poet after all in the very matter of the earth was a heart with our names
you’ve written me your sonnets before but this is more physical for more people to see
you’re shy i know, my dear so this is a declaration of immense courage
red crawls up your cheeks from embarrassment? or sun? but, oh, how sweet you are
our love immortalised in the dirt inevitably covered by time but the remnants will lie deep beneath like the bones in our grave with your hand in mine.
Bright yellow rays of sun Poke through the branches Of the large willow
I take a deep breath And my eyelids flutter The scene around me Starts to fade I feel a peaceful breeze Blowing on my face
Nothing has ever felt Better before A calm washes over me At this beautiful place
“Raya!”
My eyes snap open and I Twist my head slowly to the Person with a newborn, Furious, uncontrollable anger
The sun shines across my skin to eventually create burns, hot as magma. The fluffy, soft, grass tickles my beige skin. It makes me sneeze, only slightly though. Not a very big sin. The beautiful daisies flutter in the wind, Their soft petals brushing my skin. My belly rises and falls, as I breath ‘in’ then ‘out’. The world feels so calm right now, I could take a nap.
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