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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Write a poem about feeling invisible.

Think about which forms of poetry and language styles could contribute to your theme.

Writings

CachƩ de la Vue

If I talked to someone in French,

_ils ne me comprendraient pas_.

Iā€™m not sure I would either, though.

Iā€™m just a dull player on the bench,

and Iā€™m the rain compared to snow.


No one bats a single eye at me,

unless their intentions are to judge.

Iā€™m invisible, like Iā€™m _cachĆ© de la vue._

No one will look, even if I scream_._

Iā€™m only parchment, with its ink smudged,

no one bats a single eye at me,...

Iā€™m Forgotten

Iā€™m forgotten in class

By my teachers and peers.

Invisible I am;

My face drowned in tears.


Iā€™m forgotten at university

While my parents are at home.

They seem to live fine without me;

Iā€™m utterly alone.


Iā€™m forgotten it seems.

Invisibility cloaks my face,

Yet my feelings still rage,

leaving sadness my only trace....

Invisible

You saw right through me,

Called me a different name,

Threw words at me

As if I was nothingā€¦


Invisible.

I am invisible to your love....

Feeling Invisible Or Believing I Was/AM

I remember when I was maybe six years old

I would sneak junk food into my room tiptoeing down the stairs to the kitchen then Iā€™d turn and move like the flash and shut the door


I think it was for me to feel like maybe my mom was listening and paying attention to my footsteps running up and down the stairs. I could pretend I had super powers too.


In reality I could have screamed at the top of my ...

Invisible

Last Friday I found out what it is like to feel like a tree

Invisible and gone, they forgot about me


Like a ghost walking the crowded halls

Invisible and gone, they canā€™t feel me


I could break every law and rule

Invisible and gone, they wouldnā€™t see me


I could spill coffee all over myself

Invisible and gone, they canā€™t taste me


I could scream in the classroom or office

Invisible and gone, they...

Invisible

I am not the big attraction

I am not the main event

I am not the greatest spectacle

I am not a monument


But thatā€™s ok,

I like it like this

I havenā€™t a drop of resent


Iā€™m used to being forgotten, ignored

I know I am a reject, I know that I am


Invisible...

Imagine

Imagine feeling invisible to your own parents

Iā€™m not talking old shit, but present tense

No matter how much you cry for them to see you

They complain and continue to do what they do


Imagine feeling invisible in this cruel world

Not only are you black, but youā€™re a black girl

Men constantly harassing you and making passes

Canā€™t call the cops with their trigger happy asses


Imagine, can you imagi...

Faded Dream ļæ¼

He gazes at me, soft and warm,

But yet, somehow it seems to me,

His eyes no longer hold a storm,

They see me with uncertainty.


The air we breathe feels thin and cold,

A ghost of warmth where passion burned.

Conversations, hollow, fold,

Like fragile wings, at each word turned.


His heart, a garden parched and dry,

Once bloomed for me, a vibrant scene.

Now withers with each day gone by,

To him, I...

Transparency ļæ¼

In the silence of my own mind,

I am lost, left far behind.

Invisible in the bustling Street,

A shadow falling at the world's feet.


No echo of my silent cries,

In the void where my spirit lies.

Unseen in the sea of faces,

I'm adrift in desolate spaces.


The laughter and joy, they pass me by,

As unseen as darkness in the night sky.

In the hush of the lonely night,

I vanish, out of mind, out of si...

Internal Monologue

Iā€™ve heard that some people donā€™t have an internal monologue; they donā€™t hear their own voice, voicing all their thoughts out loud in their mind. When I first heard of it, I couldnā€™t comprehend it. If I was like that, how else would I be able to come to terms with all thatā€™s happened in my life?


I make up conversations with myself in my own head, I make up possible scenarios in my head, I intervi...

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