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POEM STARTER
“It was a journey of the soul.”
Write a poem that starts with this line.
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It was the journey of a soul That brought me here That gave me you
It was the journey of a heart That fell for you That held your love
It was the journey of a lifetime That made me smile That was meant to be
It was the journey of a broken heart That stopped me That crushed my hope
It was the journey of a tear That bled down my cheek Staining me with unforgiving pain
It was the journey I took The journey I had That made me worthy That made me whole It was my journey
Of love and pain Of wounds and healing Of life and death
That led me here To my home But my journey wasn’t to a place It was to someone And that someone was you
It was a journey of the soul Traveling over potholes Crossing state lines One too many whines
But we really did it, yay! We did a third of it today But it’s really bittersweet And my crocs now smell like sweaty feet
But I’m a Texan now I’ve always been, somehow Reunited with my extended family After long hours of traveling cross country
Had to say plenty of goodbyes More than a few of us cried But it ain’t the end, I can tell you that Next time you see me I’ll be wearing a cowgirl hat!
To be isolated among strangers made sense to her. How could they possibly understand her hopes, dreams, or obsessions. How and why should they care. However, she found herself more isolated amongst family. The very people who she had envisioned caring for her the most, didn’t have a clue of her inner thoughts. Instead they went about the day touching only her surface. Demanding things of her body that she repetitively begged them to stop doing. Even at night she found no rest...her husband out of reach, yet she felt crowded and smothered constantly by the hands that reached out for her. She tried embracing them, slapping them away, and then finally accepted the inevitable and giving in, turning her back to lessen the feeling. She just wished they understood that she craved space. Outward space but inward understanding. Motherhood was not what she had expected it would be. She thought the very act of holding her children would be more fulfilling. However, in the crowded isolation she found herself on a journey to her actual being. It was a journey to her soul.
It was a journey of the soul, A mission from the heart, To find what it was missing, What it so desired.
Such a trip was not lighthearted, It was tough to continue on, But on this the heart was set upon, Finding the answer was its goal.
Thought it took the guts of warriors, Still it carried on. For the end goal was much greater, Than any amount of gold.
And after a long time travelling, The finish came in sight, To find what the souls searched for so: Who are you, in your soul and heart?
It was a journey of the soul It was a complicated game of chess It was heart wrenching for a sixth grader It was sticky and sad mess
It started with a mistake A mistake of being her friend A mistake of changing myself Is this how it will end?
It kept on going I blindly agreed with her every word I went along without knowing It was absolutely absurd
I eventually dropped her Just to run back to her again Just to be her mindless second And not really a friend
She gossiped about my friends And this I could no longer take So I went to her one day And called her out for being fake
Our nexts piece begins With a confession I regret I told her I still liked her And she liked me yet
But then there was another girl That loved her very much I knew I couldn’t just stand there I stopped liking her as such
The girl I liked wanted the other girl I knew my choice was right But she wouldn’t tell me When she admitted it we got in a huge fight
Number 2 was my best friend A sweet and funny girl But she was so single minded When she talked about number one it made me hurl
I eventually moved on I had no one to love But one day in PE This girl flew in like a dove
At first it was the looks The eyes were my favorite part But when I got up the nerve to talk to her Her personality swelled my heart
I couldn’t keep the secret She found out a few days later And she actually liked me back But I had to deal with a traitor
Girl number 1 liked someone else And number 3 liked her back They both confessed It was as simple as that
Not so simple actually For she forgot about girl two Then two ran away in tears Yes, this story is true
Of course the traitor was not the girl 1, 2, or 3 The traitor was one who did not care Who broke the news with glee
Girl one and two made up soon Decided to just be friends Girl two still hasn’t moved on But they’re both at amends
My journey isn’t over It just started and has begun I’m still figuring out who I am And now there’s no option to run
It was a journey of the soul
A needle in constant motion
Threading in and out
In and out
Splitting fabric and tearing colours between the seams
All with the purpose of stringing tapestry’s of past and present.
With pinpricked fingers Bloody and raw from years of use I can gladly say that my soul has been well travelled And my hands well trained.
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