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POEM STARTER
Write a free verse poem from the voice of someone who feels resentful.
Free verse poetry does not have a structured rhyme scheme, can have lines of irregular length, and does not have to keep to a regular meter.
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We’re supposed to be
Booed up
I should have known
That wouldn’t be the case
You’re so busy thinkin’
About you and them
While you pretend we
Will ever be an us
What’s it like
Having your love returned
And not thrown away?
I’d like to find out
For myself!
But since you’re
Obviously preoccupied
I’ll have to learn THAT
From someone else!...
I can hear the thrum of boots on cobblestone in 1920
The strangled cries of our grandmothers
The suffragettes who’s nails broke and bled grasping for our futures
A future of righting wrongs, their shouts and signs a shove of momentum for daughters who may never know the truth and violence in not having a choice
I can hear school girls weeping in the bathroom
Staring at pink lines as their friend ...
There’s nothing to forgive if you’re not sorry,
and no one should feel less than who they are!
Still, you walk bravely, while the world around you
gets smaller.
To hate would be too much, you don’t deserve it,
and this time I won’t be the noble one!
So if you feel the need to walk towards me,
ignore it.
Naive I was, to see in you the kindness
that you are wearing like a second skin!
Well, now I...
I hate you
Yes, I do
I'm being honest
You are the reason I still can't forgive myself
This mess you've made,
It follows me regardless
Of what I do, or if i'm by myself
You are my hatred, cuddled up on silver platter
And washed away with coming of earthquake
Splashing far beyond intended matter
And crawling back to my mind once more
You hate me too
You said it, years before that
Your gaze was bu...
Bang
I see the fire blazing red,
Feel the sense of dread
I smell the burning,
Feel the yearning.
Bang.
I see the light fill the night,
Feel the blight.
I hear the cries;
Feel their demise
Bang
I see the sadness in their eyes,
Feel their pain within my brain,
My ears burn from the vibrations,
Too many sensations,
All I can feel is frustrations.
Bang.
All you see is the pretty lights...
I despise them.
They fear us,
Because we mirror them,
But we are stronger,
Better,
More than their shallow shells could ever hold.
They destroy what they can’t understand,
Kill what they can’t control—pathetic, cowardly creatures,
I hope they choke on their own destruction,
Drown in the ruins they create....
I couldn’t BE more happy for you. Honestly you’ve always wanted a son and now she’s giving you one. Wait technically she already “gave” you one. Birth certificate and everything. Time and love that her basic ass wasn’t used to sharing. This time it went 3 ways. And obviously you were that child’s favorite too. I mean not to be whatever but look at his options. Kidding I’m kidding of course but se...
My palm aches
Swinging from numb and tingling
To electric cramps
With the remote
You scrolling scrolling
Just pick a show
Any show
No we saw that one
About the witch and the father and son
Just pick something else
Rubbing my palm against my pants
Anything is fine
You Scroll talk scroll
What about that series
You know the one with the guy I like
What you’ve finished it
Scratch at my hand bitin...
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