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POEM STARTER
Write a poem about seeing the face of someone you love.
Whether romantic, platonic, or familial love, use emotive language to convery the feeling you get when you see this person.
Writings
I was a brother once,
But now I’m no ones brother.
Just a father.
Just a husband.
Just a far away son.
Mom couldn’t wear the same black dress to all your guys’ funerals.
David was excited to be an uncle,
But he didn’t even make it to 26.
It was a shotgun wedding,
But perhaps the word inspired Kerry.
Two brothers didn’t have a choice.
Two did have a choice.
I’m the only one that ...
My temperates burns up.
My face brightens to a shade of the love I feel.
A long embrace, molding together for the first and last time.
A devotion until towers crumble, until the stars burst, until the moon fades.
A sword and a heart, an arrow and a heart.
Blood that was boiling, cooling down at the warm touch.
A love in only a dream.
In only a dream....
Their face is a bit murky.
Like the fog that always veiled my bedroom window.
Condensation patterned on the glass as I look up at the flickering light, water dripping down from the shower head.
I wipe the water off my face, but to no avail as the water keeps raining on me. Hot steam lifting off the tiled floor, like the fog outside.
I wince when the water starts cooling down, before my mus...
I haven’t smiled in a long time.
But you.
Oh, you.
“What?” you ask me, grinning with those damned eyes.
And as much as I fight it,
I can’t help but smile back.
“Nothing.” I whisper.
But it’s something.
It’s everything.
It’s the way you hold your pens, the way you sigh when you’re tired, the way you grab my hand when we cross the street. It’s the way you try to balance on the curb, the wa...
Beautiful.
She’s freaking beautiful.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met,
In any way you could measure it.
When she’s in the room -
I know.
I always know exactly where she is,
Am always somehow _aware_.
When she’s not around,
I’m stressed and anxious,
Itching to be near her.
Because when I’m near her…
There aren’t words.
It’s warm and cold
And safe and thrilling
And comfortable and unknown...
Sunlight is the beautiful language,
That I can no longer translate,
A golden canvas, forever unseen,
A whispered serenade.
But in your laughter's melody, a world unfurls,
Vibrant and unafraid.
Your touch, a poem for my fingertips,
Speaks of warmth, of kindness, a whispered rhyme.
The closest thing to sunshine I will ever need.
The curve of your cheek, a comforting cliff,
A haven I find i...
The bump in your nose,
The lines of your smile,
The crinkle of your eyes,
The angles of your teeth.
You often complain to me
How these features ruin you,
But really you just can’t see
That vision of you isn’t true.
For your nose is those of Rome,
Statues built to honor beauty.
Your smile means i’m home,
Accepting me, even moody.
Your eyes radiate warmth
That comforts with a look.
Your teet...
My throat closes up
My eyes sting
My nose runs
My whole body trembles
Sheer joy
Hovering confusion
Overwhelming longing
Mounting sadness
Absolute devastation
Seeing you
Is the biggest gift
And the worst prank
Anyone could ever pull
It felt so nice to hug you
Hear your voice
Listen to your wisdom
It felt so real
And then I woke up...
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POEM STARTER
Write a poem using multiple rhetorical questions, where the narrator is questioning their own judgement or viewpoint.
You could use the questions to make the reader think, or to show how doubtful the narrator is of their own stance.