Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread

[Mellohwa]

One-Two, One-Two... and Then a Nap:
The Fine Art of Multitasking (Sort Of)

"
I hummed, a steady pace—the campus wakes,
feeling fresh, dressed well, I came.
One-two, one-two, through steps each day takes,
not lost, not sure, but here just the same.

Weeks unfold, the pace, measured,
dreams grow loud, yet some slip, fade.
Catch a breathe—a lesson learned,
"It’s okay to rest," I softly said.
"

Whispered a Poet.​

 

[RodOfRemorse]

Frisky Haiku

Light glistens off skin
Those fingers trace lines of warmth.
"I'm ready, darling."

 

[RepresentingThree]

Drip drop, drip drop.
The stormy beat begins to play.
Drip drop, drip drop.
Looks like this drizzle is here to stay.

Tip tap, tip tap.
Somethings tugging at my mind
Tip tap, tip tap.
And the rain, it grows with time.

Splish splash, splish splash.
The dogs are in, the ducks are out.
Splish splash, splish splash.
What did I forget about?

Pitter patter, pitter patter.
Oh, I think I got it now!
Pitter patter, pitter patter.
I left my bedroom window down.

Fuck.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Ants crawling and biting
My shivering brain
Wretched light lighting
My corpse shell aflame
Damnation, salvation
Those pointless things
I find no elation
In things they both bring

 

[FieryLou]

They walked in light, with hearts once true,
With skin so warm, and eyes of blue.
But now they haunt the midnight air,
With silent steps and lifeless stare.


No longer men, no prayers to save,
Just echoes risen from the grave.
Once human souls, now cursed by fire,
The name they bear: the vampire.

 

[3guanoff]

ebb, surge - red iron flows
good air is spread wherever it goes
expand, contract - by muscles beat
bad air's expunged from head to feet

but more is there in this red tide
beyond the air it carries pride
this precious liquid albeit spilled
it carries the lives therethrough upheld

- Red River of Glory

 

[Deleted member 84247]

In the depths of fires they hide
They dance with the ocean's tide
In the mornings they wake
They come with the day break

But it is true that they kindle at night
They twinkle like little specks of light
Though, their existence is magical and astounds
It is true that forever the spirit bounds

 

[3guanoff]

run up a hill
climb up this rope
master your strength
long is our road

en'mies are here
pull out your knives
we'll do our best
taking their lives

moonless the night
starless my sky
I find no rest
after our fight

sun high above
sweaty your back
swallow the fear
your comrades lack

down on the ground
anxious eyes meet
shallow one's guts
buried three feet

I sense the truth
digging his grave
brothers aside
who could be brave?

- many for one

 

[SeaJay]

I dream of a world
Full of family and friends
I dream of a world
Without fear or hate

I dream of a world
Far beyond my reach
But what can I do
But keep on dreaming?

 

[Supperset]

"An Old Man's Tale"

In a porcelain palace, I sit with grace,
A daily ritual, no need to race.
A humble grunt, a subtle sigh,
As nature calls, I don’t ask why.

A plop, a splash, a silent cheer,
My noble work is done, I hear.
A scroll in hand, the job’s complete,
The circle of life beneath my seat.

"Maggy My Life"

Resident Evil, name so grand,
With magnum shining in my hand.
Yet bullets hide, a tedious chore,
Still, I crave the guts and gore.

"Zombie"

Rotting limbs and hollow eyes,
Stagger forth with hungry cries.
Their jaws unhinge, they crave for meat,
The undead now walk on broken feet.

"No med kit"
In an eerie night, reloading drawl,
In the central lab, the zombies crawl.
Critical health, no med kit to bail,
With Mr. X hot on my tail.

 

[LeilaniOtter]

I was watching our littlest cat racing up and down the hall just now and a haiku came to me:

They don't understand.
They call our antics "zoomies"?
We're chasing spirits! ?

 

[Supperset]

I was watching our littlest cat racing up and down the hall just now and a haiku came to me:

They don't understand.
They call our antics "zoomies"?
We're chasing spirits! ?

I understand what you said, but even so:

You reek of rot and open scars,
With bones that wobble, barely clinging.
You hunt for flesh like candy bars,
Don’t act like kids just now learning.

You’re a monster~ go on, admit it.

Why won't you stay dead after dying,
Making children start of cryin?
You reek of rotten flesh and bone,
Seeking flesh to call your own.

You’re a monster~ go on, admit it.
.
It's not that couldn't come up with better ones. ?

 

[LeilaniOtter]

I understand what you said, but even so:

You reek of rot and open scars,
With bones that wobble, barely clinging.
You hunt for flesh like candy bars,
Don’t act like kids just now learning.

You’re a monster~ go on, admit it.

Why won't you stay dead after dying,
Making children start of cryin?
You reek of rotten flesh and bone,
Seeking flesh to call your own.

You’re a monster~ go on, admit it.
.
It's not that couldn't come up with better ones. ?

They still claw me and bite me yeah, probably if I died inside the house, they'd chow on me.
But I love cats anyway. ??

 

[Deleted member 84247]

It courses and forces its way through them without remorse,
A shining source of light for many, but it's not a recourse.
Their tender hands reach towards it as a matter of course,
Yet this glimmer is a dot or a dash like practicing Morse.

And this flickering feeling fades as they start coming down,
For this sickening high only lasts seconds before a rebound.
They begin arriving at Earth and listen to the deafening sounds,
Igniting unwound hedonism and landing on the ground.

 

[SeaJay]

I've seen the moon
Among the Andean mountains
I've seen the moon
Walking the rainy streets of Chicago

I've seen the moon
On the Parisian cobblestones
I've seen the moon
Upon the shining seas

I've seen the moon
Atop the London Tower
I've seen the moon
Deep in the Mojave

I have seen the moon in many a place
And I know the same moon
Shines on us all
Everyone and everywhere

In the whole wide world

 

[Deleted member 166465]

Roses are red,
Violets... wait, aint they violet?
How did I ended here?
I cant rime.

 

[SwordSong]

A tender stalk stood by the lane
They say this plant can never wane
Afar, it seemed a meager weed
Apart from its collar, which bleeds
Red blossoms, themselves wanting charm
Yet, its tassel's seeds resist harm
The amaranth's unfading bloom
A shining hope against dark gloom

 

[SeaJay]

Mountains upon mountains upon mountains
Silent sentries over the sands
What stories do you tell?
Of travelers o'er your lonely peaks?
(had to cut a line to fit in the 4-line verse, do 5 line poems count here?)

 

[Supperset]

~•Dreams Of An Old King•~​

Upon his throne of stone and gold,
A king sat quiet, wise and old.
His mind adrift on younger days,
When youth ran wild in reckless ways.

He once had loved a foolish flame,
A pretty babe, he called her name.
Now time had danced its cruel ballet,
And stole her bloom in slow decay.

Her beauty faded, yet replaced,
By gentle hands and angel's face.
Not goddess now, but mother fair,
With kindness deep and silvered hair.

Still in his heart, love held its flame,
No longer dumb, yet loves the same.
But oh, the dreams he dares not share,
Of roaring roads and seaside air.

Not steeds of flesh, but forged with fire,
A carriage born of man's desire.
She dressed in silk, the ocean breeze,
A dream he clings to, ill at ease.

The walls around are tall and wide,
He cannot leave, though hearts may glide.
He won't depart, though soul may soar,
The castle holds him forevermore.

Once full of duty, honor, pride,
Now time is all he cannot bide.
And still he dreams, with quiet sighs,
Of days gone past and cloudless skies.

 

[Supperset]

Wadya wanna do that's to see the starts
Wydya wanna do that's to make my cars
Wendya wanna do that's at tommow dawn
Whowdya wanna do that's a mystery