Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
Write 'a gram of &s' poem about any topic you like.
Each line of a 'gram of &s' ends in a word that can be spelt from the title of the poem. The title must be a single word. This may be tricky, but will encourage you to choose words carefully!
Writings
SCISSORHANDS
This is the first time I have ever written a gram of &S, or even heard of one for that matter. Lol. I have to admit, it was extremely fun to write! đ¤đ ââââââââ A lonely soul for whom, love lies not in the cards, For whom passion turns to ash, And living is much too hard.
A melody of broken cords, Much too imperfect for the radio. Bound by pain, and metal chains, With broken wings not meant to soar.
A poison acrid, A heart of scars, Unworthy of holding are her hands, For they are made of scissors, Her heart, of solid iron, And love falls from her grasp like sand.
Her mind, a pitch dark place, so sad, Where the monsters often hid, No room left now, for the mask she had, Nothing left for her to do, Theyâve all given up on her much too soon. Sheâs lived 1000 years of scorn, 1000 oceans left to cross.
In shadows, she peels away the façade. No longer can she con, Herself, or anyone else. So with a heavy heart of sin, She lifts her chin, And gives a silent nod.
Sail on, Silver Girl. Sail on, Towards the sun, where you shall run to rid, Yourself of heartache, For this is the end of the road.
Girlfriend
Sheâs a girl and she is my friend, I donât know what to do with these feelings as they linger, Iâve searched and her type are impossible to find, I dream of the day where she becomes my life, But the longer I hold on for hope the greater the grief, And I know the man that I am Iâll be there in the end, Because sheâs a girl and she is my friend.
Ponderously
What is it I ponder What is it I do What do you render What is your rouse
Letâs go to the fishing pond But outside thereâs a downpour Letâs ride the merry go round Once the storms past yours
Letâs get out and sunder Amongst the great and dour Walk with me down under The drinks are cool and sour Tessađ
Voltage
it is the performance you gave, that always begins a tale. a storm behind a battered gate, whipping open with a gale.
wind funneled into lungs for an alto, screams of anguish in legato. glorious lights flash through their pain, the clouds sound drums to gloat.
but the pain is voltage, electricity hurdling through an cloudy vale. the smell sweet as gelato, the rain settling against me like aloe.
the dance of light we love, with a waltz of rain we sing for an age. but we do not test her ego, for she also holds the gavel.
Friendship
Friends are supposed to last until the end
But when the day is done you could go home without that very friend
Buddies should be joint at the hip
But when there is a problem they may be the first to leave you at the ship
Pals usually write and send
But sometimes theyâll leave you hanging with your pen
A word of advice donât attach your joy to one person because in the end they may be the one that hurts you most, your joy should come from you and you alone.
spool
the golden thread unwinds from the spool, and the old, shaking hands gently take up the string and thread it through tiny, silver loops. knitting, sewing, and threading; a single dayâs work from the ladies could fill several pools. beautifully crafted and ready to wear, there are heaps and piles of carefully folded polos.
Addiction
It took a day to ignite, Now I canât handle my nights, Where are you now?
I canât help but chase, Without you I ache, Youâre letting me down.
Euphoria hits deep, You do before you think, Youâre a nine in the clouds.
You just need a taste, It always leaves a trace, Youâll let yourself drown.
One more time and itâs over, Iâm just looking for closure, To get rid of the doubt.
Is this just a chapter? Is there an after? I donât know the answerâ