Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Inspired by Maranda Quinn
Write a poem centred around the theme of destruction.
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Liquified flesh
Incendiary screams
Makers of the death sky’s
Pure souls deflowered
Innocence is lost
Upon the sludge flames
A concophony of choas
Animals and humans in discord
A chorus of hellish screams
War of the unholy heroes
Jungle of the burnt man
Wasted time
Wasted lives
Lost to the fumes of time
Earth that is beyond scorched
The scars of the unfair
Breathe stolen; life ablaz...
Beneath the weight of shattered skies,
The earth ignites, the silence dies.
In crumbling streets, the ashes fall,
A broken world, no voice to call.
a place so pretty, now in ruins.
nobody sure what to say.
will the world continue after this day.
people work, people sleep.
but the world they once had, is now obsolete.
they try to fix it.
they try to ignore
but this place is now unfit.
t...
One day, the earth cracked open
And another asshole leapt out, smirking with malice
I ended up marrying him
Like an idiot
A red dawn appeared out of the blue
And I threw a thunderbolt at it, but it eluded me
I ended up causing a landslide
I hit bottom
A trash compactor with teeth yawned widely
And I threw everything I loved into it
I ended up alone
Like garbage...
Life has its ups and downs
Why is it always down
I can’t find an up
And somehow it keeps getting lower
Why can’t it stop
I think the same thing every morning
Why can’t my thoughts,
My questions be answered
I just want to know something
I can’t get answers
I want to be done with life
So does my brain
So does my body
Why can’t it just stop...
You've gotten sloppy;
Your poems don't read like they used to.
Hand sanitiser, drying up.
What use have you for being clean?
Or maybe you should down it.
Tell me why
You only write when your lungs are
Asbestos and dynamite.
So you can spill onto a screen
Your godless coughing, and
Un-literary prowess?
Whispered screams
And puppy eyes,
You're barking mad.
When did you forget what poetry is?
Why...
Everything I touch shatters
The fire in my eyes turns it to ash
My heart is a rock, it was turned to stone.
I should stop touching things
They may stop breaking
But then how do I survive?
Stand back!
Don’t come any nearer.
I don’t want to break you too…
Oh my darling,
Oh my sweet child,
Oh my love.
Must you be confined to such pain?
Have I trapped you in that prison,
The prison of your mind?
...
i don’t know what to do
i wish i knew
what used to bring me so much joy
became building blocks for you to destroy
i put myself on a silver platter
all for you to push me down after
i need a new sight
to show me how to fight this fight
im done with these expectations
like i am one of your presentations
i don’t want to be shoved in this mold
but one mistake turned into a scold
i met the s...
Are we completely unaware?
A species so lost in time,
Stuck in an endless game; where all we can do is take,
Whilst praying we don’t make another mistake.
Perhaps we care more about our hair.
We bicker and fight,
It’s like a blight.
When does it end?
Maybe when we ascend ?
I think you should sit in your chair.
We will never ascend whilst the planet bleeds,
It’s littered with your misdeeds.
You d...
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