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POEM STARTER
Write a poem with the title “One Long Night”.
Night time settings are excellent for exploring a number of themes or events. What kind of experience might you write about?
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I’m flipping and turning
And my heart is burning
I can’t even breath
I even forgot how it felt to be free
Why must I always feel this pain
Yet I never get to feel any gain
Why did you ever teach me to love?
If you were just gonna shoot me down like a dove
Now I can’t sleep
Now I never want to eat
Now all I get are nightmares
All because your not there
I’m drenched in sweat
My eyes are wet
Their w...
In 1999, I left all I knew,
and looking up, the moon came, too.
In 2003, I lost innocence,
and the moon has glowed brighter ever since.
In 2007, I stayed up all night,
and the moon began to tell me about its own long night.
In 2009, I found the endless night,
and the moon joined me as I started one long night....
One long night
she lay on her bed,
fake energy rushing through her brain
keeping legs jittering,
fingers tapping
she looked back and saw her.
The girl with purple hair
and golden nails
who walked
every day with a purpose.
Lolly pops, sunsets,
songs she wrote herself.
The curios one who had her life in together,
a clutter free room,
and a straight path to her goals.
Looking around she saw
a ...
The house is silent
The snoring and stirring of a parent
The bathroom tiles are ice
Against my warm but bloody thighs.
In the morning they will find me
Soaked in blood and misery
They’ll worry where they went wrong
And I’ll tell them if I could
The things and things among.
My voice would quiver and break
As my hand leaves letters in its wake.
Apologetic and sincere
As my time grows thinner.
Id w...
The full moon hangs high
In this cold clear sky
Illuminating the earth below
With its magical silvery glow
Three witches dressed in black
With a cackle as their soundtrack
Soaring through the sky
Faster and faster they did fly
On their enchanted broomsticks
Each one carrying a bag of tricks
The oldest witch, a wizened crone
With white hair the colour of moonstone
Her beady eyes gleaming in th...
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry my lonely tears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry where no one hears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Up will rise my fears
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Until sorrow is a gear
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
My world is becoming sheer
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
I’ll cry my lonely tears
We all have d...
One long night ago,
I read a book.
It was a great book,
with a good story.
But one long night ago,
I read two books.
They were great books,
with good stories.
But a book isn't just
great
A book is
amazing
A book is
beautiful
A book is
getting trapped inside the story
A book is
thought provoking
A book is
something you want to read the next book for
And one long night ago,
my eyes danc...
I don’t know how to feel anymore
Just waiting for you to open the door
Why should I continue waiting?
Why shouldn’t I be hating?
It’s really late at night
My mind is beginning to fright
The shadows crawl, whispering in my ear
Echoes of despair, my deepest fear
The darkness envelops, a suffocating shroud
My thoughts spiral, lost in the crowd
Each moment feels like eternity
Trapped in this cycl...
How do you sleep when the sky is screaming?
How can you dream when the clouds are teeming
With water that beats on the outside wall
In torrents of great flooding waterfalls?
How do you rest when the air is flashing
With brilliant light through the darkness gashing?
The blinds on your windows are no match
For luminous reflections on the silver latch
How do you nap with the sonic boom
Like a drum ...
My neurotransmitters
are disconnected again.
I feel psychosis sneaking in.
Paranoia and anger
begins to rise.
If you look closer,
you’ll see vacancy
in my eyes.
Bipolar clashes
with OCD borders.
Don’t think I didn’t
notice the letters aren’t
in alphabetical order.
PTSD feeds my old fears.
And I can’t seem to
find the pills that
helps to ease my tears.
Since electric activity
has ...
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