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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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Long the way study hard,
Hoping one day to show the talent.
I always thinking about contribute,
To bring more benefits for people.
The process is not easy I know,
Take the first step, no afraid.
My work is on track as the day goes on,
Very excited that night,
Can’t wait to tell the world;
Many surprises,
Many blessings,
Feeling like on the mountaintop.
My discoveries are published,
Too many fake s...
I don’t know what came first, chicken or egg
But once I feel like I owe this, it never tastes the same
It just feels like a taking
Even if there is so much to gain
Because the moment payment is late
(Rather it be weeks or days)
You see it in their face even as they say
“ it’s okay”
And suddenly I am angry
Don't you know I am doing my best?
I always have at least a portion
I’ll figure out ...
Sure, I would rather be awake than asleep
I would rather lay beneath the vast infinity of
The sky than
Beneath the peeing paint and
Faded glow-in-the-dark stars
(Dollar tree, of course)
Of my bedroom ceiling -
But someone has to act first, and it’s
Not going to be me.
Think of any Messiah,
Any Jesus Christ or
Greta Thunberg, I guess.
They ended up how?
Nails in palms,
Palms full of blo...
I gave you my everything,
But you left me with nothing
I gave you my everything
Yet you perceived it as nothing
I asked you for what was noble and true
But you gave me lies
I guess the devil gets his due
Because now you I despise
I came to you broken…
And Without a care
you shattered me
With no hope of repair
I asked for your presence
But you left me to escape uncomfortable feelings
As I f...
Swallowed embers lodge in my throat,
spewing acrid smoke with every breath.
Your apologies, like scattered ashes,
flutter uselessly on a barren breeze.
The past, a rusted anchor, drags me down,
chains forged in the fires of your mistakes.
My heart, a clenched fist, holds onto hurt,
a shard of jagged glass refusing to release.
Can forgiveness be coaxed from this rubble?
Can sunlight reach this ...
You’re always going to feel it. It’s a never-ending gnaw at your will to live. As if you’ve lost grip on the rope of life, of all the twines of your journey that pulled you through the tragedies and the endless heartache. You feel as though your rope has snapped, as though something has chewed it thin until your left hanging from the strings of God, the ultimate puppeteer, and fighting for your li...
I had a good day, and I don’t like it
It feels weird
What am I supposed to do now? Try?
Lightheaded
I resent the blue sky
For showing me that there are reasons
To aim high
Look people in the eye
Not to cry
And that there are better things
To do than
Die
I hope this doesn’t last
And that this blip has almost passed
If you have to crane your neck
There is no comfort in being free
Sad is who ...
I think I’m mad at me
I think I loved you more
Than I loved myself
And I think that’s the issue
I was willing to SETTLE for your wishes
So I could keep you
When I really wanted you for only me
But love
I guess it makes you do silly little things
We were supposed to be “chained”
To each other
To this way of life together
But you cut the cord
And my, my how we unraveled
How I shattered
Ho...
I don’t want it there
But it’s been growing
Comfort and Safety try to hide it
Love attempts to smother it with a pillow
But it’s getting big, turning feral,
out of Love’s control
There’s things that I want to do
But I can’t do
For you
Which isn’t entirely true
But it’s growing to feel that way
How long before it’s grown big enough to tear things apart?
Am I being selfish or am I in a cage?
...
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