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POEM STARTER
Write a poem about the experience of déjà vu.
Have you written something like this before? That feeling of having done, said, or been somewhere before is a universal experience.
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It's easy to confuse nostalgia and deja vu.
Menial tasks give me deja vu, while a lot of smells remind me of you.
It feels like i've sat this exact way before--maybe times repeating again.
I've been this alone in the past, when you left me for your friend.
(kinda sucks butttttt i need the streak)...
i’ve been here before, i know it
i recognize this old cobblestone road
i know that ancient oak tree
i can smell the familiar scent
they told me i’d get better
that i’d get my memory back
liars
the soft breeze of the morning wind
and the crowing of the birds
they all remind me of something
but i just can’t seem to recall
what this means to me....
Four boys cycling along the road
Presumably to school
Just like us
Back in 1983
All trundling side by side
Geniune smiles sitting on their faces
Just like us
Back in 1983
Lets hope they don’t end up like us
Lets hope they stay like we used to be
Just like us
Back in 1983
We don’t speak to each other everyday
Like when we were kids
And everything was so much simplier
Because now its complicate...
People say that you eventually get to that point in your life.
Where whatever you do it feels like you have done it before.
Like nothing ever feels normal.
Time seems to fold and repeat itself without warning
A flicker of recognition, a sudden sense of familiarity
A moment frozen in time, a sensation so uncanny
It's like stepping into a memory, a dream within a dream
The past merges with the pres...
In the realm of time, where echoes replay,
Lies a phenomenon, déjà vu's mysterious sway.
A moment of recognition, a memory's embrace,
Yet a lesson learned, in life's relentless chase.
Déjà vu, a whisper from the past,
A gentle reminder, a message amassed.
In the depths of our being, it stirs and it stings,
A warning, a sign, of the pain it brings.
For in this strange dance, where time intertwine...
Two students,
Talking about…
Chocolate chip cookies?
Oh, where they came from!
I fell like this conversation has happened before…
In the exact same room,
Them using the exact same tone of voice,
As they argue,
About just where did chocolate chip cookies come from?
Massachusetts!
I tend to get déjà vu
A LOT.
Even when something has never happened before, it still seems like it did.
Like the two st...
His graveyard marks
blister down my skin.
Annihilating my senses;
ah, I'm real again...
He loved me so hard,
I shattered into shards.
Only melting back together,
when he fed me the stars.
Screaming my name,
like it belonged on his tongue.
A mouth full of fuck,
my souls rattled numb.
Romanticizing this
ghost in my head.
This shadow on my lips.
This phantom in my bed.
Sing me back to...
The halls so crowded
All packed in
Heads are bowed
You turn to me and say
Lets play a game
It’s pretty easy
Let’s give it a go
The numbers measly
But let’s count
Who here’s not white?
So we play this
Bitter laughter
Better not miss
The call to stand
Sing about “our” history
We okay this game
Again and again
Each time I’m glad you came
Cause it’d be awkward
Looking around and realising
...
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