Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Inspired by Stephanie Lacson
Mortality
Write a poem with a structured rhyme scheme, which focuses on the theme of mortality.
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Ideas are immortal
Humans we are not
Though oddly, in our time here,
We ravage the Earth with fraught
We can’t live forever
But our dreams will live free
Immortal and unburdened,
They’ll flourish in a way humans could never be
Many wish they could live forever
With that I disagree
What if everyone moved on
And I was alone with myself and me?
No, we can’t live forever
So don’t be greedy
Be k...
When a man has a heart in his chest, he uses it
He pours it into every single thing he does
He gives it out like he can
He shows it to every person
It’s what makes him mortal
When a man has a heart in his chest, he shares it
He give his heart to his friends
He gives it to a man or woman
He isn’t afraid to
It’s what makes him mortal
When a man has a heart in his chest, a woman/man takes i...
I’ve looked under the couch,
And under the bed.
I’ve looked beneath the chairs,
And in the shed.
I searched in the cabinets,
And in the drawers too,
Then through the shelves,
And in each shoe.
I checked every closet,
And checked in the car,
I even checked the tub,
But no luck so far.
I looked in the garage,
And in the garden too,
Once I finished there,
I had decided I knew.
No matter how...
He ordered a hit on the woman who said
She’d fork over the money when she was dead
He felt very smart as he paid the assassin
For beating her out at her own game of ration
Though the very next day in the morning news
A familiar face disrupted his ruse
For the same woman he’d wanted to gore
Had been killed in a car crash just the night before
He should gave been glad when he saw she was gone
This...
I couldn’t believe it. I was aging. How? What? Why? When? How?
I took a deep breath but it didn’t help. Butterflies of worry and nervousness erupted in my stomach. I was a freaking mortal. I was human. I wasn’t a goddess anymore.
Tears started streaming down my cheeks. “Why?” I cried. I cried until my bones all hurt from being curled into a ball. I cried until my lungs hurt. I cried until my e...
(Warning: mentions suicide, hints of self harm, may be a sensitive topic. If it is, please don’t read.)
To a soldier in the Vietnam War
Death
Is a repetitive
Redundant
Alliteration
That went out of style
Years ago
To a couple
Living in Paris
In a small apartment
Right by the Eiffel Tower
Death
Is
A monster made of shattered hearts
Waiting there
Like a book waiting to be opened
To a little b...
I drank and danced
the night away.
With the skeletons,
I could not sway.
Till the dawn rose up,
with blood in its teeth.
My soul no longer a virgin,
old faiths eclipsed beneath...
I slept with the night,
a corpse now, in the light.
Sexual favors still
painted across my skin.
Those wounds grew
deeper with every new sin.
So upon my deathbed
I memorized the sky.
The first kiss from dea...
Some mortalities are bigger than other mortalities.
Our impermanence on this earth,
impending death,
doesn’t feel as daunting
when you notice all the small endings of things
That reflect the beauty of mortality
The trees outside, they have to trim
But now all the sunlight spills right in
through your window
The deer that died, out in the woods
Has fed the mice, the birds, the worms
and kept ...
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MORTALITY:
mor•tal-i•ty
| môr'taladé |
Noun (plural mortalities)
1.) The state of being subject to death.
2.) Death, especially on a large scale.
• (also mortality rate) the number of deaths
in a given area or period, or from a
particular cause.
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I stare at the definition, sitting in the middle of the crowded class. The book fuzzes beneath my fingers, swirling ...