Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread

[Woolen_Monkey]

Chronic Sleep

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Death is a distant dream
Recurring every night when I go to sleep,
A state of stasis when my mind forgets to be,
Where death is the beginning and the end of a chronic sleep.

 

[MALEVOLENCE69]

If life is the dawn,
Then death is the dusk.
If you rejoice in birth,
Then honor the dust.

For life holds no meaning
Without death’s embrace.
To cherish each breath,
One must welcome the end.

 

[Stemcells]

It got slipped out of my mouth
My tongue on a frozen lake
Your locks getting pushed back swiftly
Elegantly by the gentle wind.
Those cheeks turning to cheery red
I couldn't resist to praise
Your eyes showing me my wishes
How I wish myself to be
Ain't I pathetic to burden you with mere words
You sure have casted a spell on me.

I heard the evening breeze
In your silence everywhere
It soothed not for long
For my heart cleaved the silence.
It was calm yet noisy
My thoughts spoke on my behalf.
A wave of cold breeze
Felt warm on my heart
I yearn for your gaze
Not only in my dreams.

I feel sad for the breeze
For it changed its path
And chose to be defeated by the affections.
It danced merrily around the two
I envy you, evening breeze
You could know the deepest feelings
I call for you to tell me all you know
how much of mine, all about her that you know
I feel a pat on my shoulder
Gentle appreciation for my mistake.
You giggle, you tease
As you move past her ears
You keep it to yourself
And I thank you for that.

Everything was said in the unsaid,
And I didn't hesitate to repeat.
This time, none of it was slipped
As silence supported me.
The lovely evening breeze rested
Eager for the coming second.
Her eyes whispered,
The breeze cheered up,
But it was quieter than before.

I wrote it randomly, not comparable to all these lovely poetry replies here but I wanted to share mine as well. ?

 

[Deleted member 84247]

The weeping village is filled with sorrow,
For the humans have lost their tomorrow.
The moon crept out, and each one slept in its bed,
Hoping that tonight would hold no bloodshed.

But all of the hope built in daylight was for naught,
For the twilight sank into the valley, leaving them caught.
And all of the villagers’ lives were down to the wire,
For they were prey to the wandering vampire.

And death had come swift and cold,
And the killer had been so bold,
Sneaking into each house and on each road,
And leaving not a single life with a story to be told.

In this tragic tale, the village came undone.
All of it happened before the rising of the sun.
Yet the creature continued forever more,
With a hunger for violence and blood at its core.

 

[So_Indecisive]

A heart crippled with anxiety,
A tale of dreams lost,
Of hopes crushed,
A shame on all of us.

Yet I still feel,
A call from deep within,
Surely surely I can tell,
Even gods will be felled.

Do you hear the ringing of the death knell,
For in his despair,
The heart crippled with fear,
Learned his true power.

How can one,
So deeply insecure,
With no achievement at all,
Believe he can make the gods fall.

 

[Woolen_Monkey]

Tick, Tock, Drip, Drop,
There goes my heart.

Heartbeat

Thudump, Bump, Thudump, Bump,
There goes my heart,
The beating of my heart.

Heart, Heart,
Where is my heart, Heart?

Tick, Drop,
Blump, Dump.

I've lost my heart,

I've lost, Lost,
I've lost my heart.

 

[Clo]

Don’t Reduce Me


I see your curiosity,
You want to know me?
Labels pigeon-hole me, sorry.
Please, don’t reduce me.

I am more than my years of scholarity,
Or the paper trails of my degree.
I am more than my ancestry,
Or the genetics passed down to me.

I am more than my notoriety,
I do not end at the limits of memory.
I am more than my neurodiversity–
I am limitless in what I can be.

If you’re still curious, truly,
And wish to know more about me?
Then I will tell you my story,
All I ask is for you not to judge me.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Skeletons sit down at the table.
It's the long awaited fable.
Bones rattle, and their fingers reach for shiny plates.
The vampire mistress at the head awaits.

She rings a small bell, and they all crack their necks.
They stop to gaze at her, and silence treks.
They await the voice of their necromancer.
The noble vampiress, their bonemancer.

Atop her throne, she taps her glass.
"Thank you all for joining in this mass.
The time comes for us to take our fill, at last.
Long have the days come and passed."

"They passed while we stood below, but no longer,
For we've come along way, and we've gotten stronger.
Tonight we take our fill, and clean this mess.
Tonight we feast, and we honor our goddess."

 

[Woolen_Monkey]

Washing away

Broken and bruised, I'm washing away
washing away, washing away
Broken and bruised, I'm washing away
My dear ego

Mend my wounds with threads of silver
threads of silver, threads of silver
Mend my wounds with threads of silver
My dear mother

Threads of silver will pierce and rend
pierce and rend, pierce and rend
Threads of silver will pierce and rend
My dear mother

Bandage my scars with sheets of mail
sheets of mail, sheets of mail
Bandage my scars with sheets of mail
My dear father

Sheets of mail will sear my skin
sear my skin, sear my skin
Sheets of mail will shear my skin
My dear father

Conceal my pain with shades of mud
shades of mud, shades of mud
Conceal my pain with shades of mud
My dear sister

Shades of mud will fester and infect
fester and infect, fester and infect
Shades of mud will fester and infect
My dear sister

Build my walls with bricks of ash
bricks of ash, bricks of ash
Build my walls with bricks of ash
My dear brother

Bricks of ash will encase my heart
encase my heart, encase my heart
Bricks of ash will encase my heart
My dear brother

Bloated and discolored, I'm washing away
washing away, washing away
Bloated and discolored, I'm washing away
My dear ego

Rhythm - London Bridge Is Falling Down (pre-written on all poetry account)

 

[Woolen_Monkey]

Unlike the Movies

Walking on the street
In this little bitty town
The sidewalks are jagged
And the roads are hazardous

Walking on the street
The side of the road I mean
No one I could see not in a metal machine
This is nothing like the movies

Where's the jogging mom
When I'm walking on the street
Where's the family of three
When I'm walking on the street

Walking on the street
In this little bitty town
The sidewalks are jagged
And the roads are hazardous

Walking on the street
With all the cars speeding
Dodging all the puddles
They never seem to leave

Where's all the people!
I could yell but nobody is listening
So I'm walking on the street
A town that ain't like the movies

 

[Deleted member 120990]

The bell rings, and the classes start.
Masses are filed in, forced to remain alert.
They grab their pens and their papers.
Packets are pieced together by the staplers.

All of the children sit in neat little rows.
They watch the ticking time as their boredom grows.
The teacher rambles a profession so tired.
He sticks to lectures, so he doesn't get fired.

Once again the students read from a great big book.
For the weird students, it's not a good look.
They can't glisten any meaning from the words of the page.
But, "listen, listen kid, or you'll be minimum wage."

So was it taught off the backs of the corporations.
For an innocent learner, there were no placations.
They weren't given their fair opportunity to begin.
All of them were thrown into the whirlpool of education.

And later in life, they dawn a suit and tie.
They walk into the office with a fake smile and a great lie.
It all started at the school where curiosity could not win.
For the innocent learner, this was the gravest of sin.

 

[3guanoff]

"The Colors of Youth" (or "Reminiscing")

Red as the blood
that ran hot through our bodies
Green as the hills
and the plains we traversed
Blue as the bright flames
that burned in our eyes
As deep as our faith
and as light as the ice
That enveloped our minds
and at times chilled our hearts

Till red surged once more,
spilling forth like a stream
We shed it so freely
pursuing a dream
Fueled by golden liqueur,
full drive, zeal, and vigor
We plunged into black,
for, it seemed so appealing
So mystic and teeming
with chance, we were beaming

In darkness we wandered,
we climbed and we squandered
So many a life.
Too blue were those times.
Yet drink and ideals
did pad our ordeals
And thusly upholstered
our courage was bolstered
Our red hearts beat fiercely
Those glorious times...

I long for them now
The red, blue, green, 'n' black
'Course, mis'ry it was
To live for a cause
It's not the cause that I miss
But the people therewith
Not their icy resolve
But our camaraderie
Not the life I was spared
But the bonds we all shared

Yes, I still got those plains
Along with myriad pains
To remember them by
And the same old blue sky
To the silvery moon
I raise clear potent "water"
As I toast all of you.
Cowards live long. It's true.
You, mates, lived more intensely
hope 's that you died contently

For, your colors remain.

 

[StoneInky]

Are you all English majors?
How could you inscribe
Such beautiful prose,
keeping me in line.

For I cannot write.
Watch me fail, don't laugh!
As I write word by word
sadness with no rhyme.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

The dusty smell of pages,
And sunlit afternoons,
And silence that went on for ages,
Yet spoke enough for two.

The things that may have gone away,
And things that could've been,
And none of them refused to stay
Forever gone, not to be seen.

Theseus' dillema
Mosaic of this life
We say goodbye forever
And disappear with a sigh.

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I wish - I know
Too late - don't go
We could - we can't
But please - be well.
Farewell

***

Catch the sunlight with a net
And go off to fly into the sky
Let yourself be free, just let
Those winds catch you as you fly

I am in the rain and in the snow
I am in the wind and in the light
In the flying leaves during the Fall
And I'm in your heart and in your mind

 

[Deleted member 120990]

Are you all English majors?
How could you inscribe
Such beautiful prose,
keeping me in line.

For I cannot write.
Watch me fail, don't laugh!
As I write word by word
sadness with no rhyme.

Hey, don't worry about it. It's something you get better at with practice. I've written tons of poems and read as many.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

Sitting and pondering and endlessly dreaming,
Thoughts singing and ringing and never ending,
She’s left with indefinite things stringing together and thinking.

Forever her worries carry over into tomorrow,
Sorrows lost in a river in an endless whirlpool,
She’s pulled down with no ear to borrow.

No listening and no hearing and only deafening,
They’re only taking and only shaking her to the core,
She’s drowning in the water once more.

 

[Deleted member 84247]

My word is a great knife,
Sharp enough to take a life.
The edge is never dull,
And your sentences are culled.

In comparison, your knife is a toothpick,
For you're not as good at this writing shtick.
You get played by the razor's edge,
And this is something I'll pledge.

I've words that come from the greatest forge,
And they formed into my prose sword.
Facing me is something you cannot afford,
For you cannot face me with any word.

It's all over when you stepped into the arena,
And you couldn't see me coming like I was John Cena.
However, maybe if you work hard you can take second place,
But no matter how sharp, you'll never win the race.

 

[JayMark]

Moo

This bull don't cause problems for anyone.
But if you mess with the cows.
You're gonna have a grade A beef with me.

MoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

If the moment is good you should stare into the horizon
It's okay to take a beautiful scene and milk it.

MoooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Some people say my jokes are corny.
That's not the case. I'm just horny.

MooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

We stay with our buddies in the barn at night.
You could call us, penpals.

Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

If you meat a bull, be careful.
The steaks are high.

Moooooooooooo?

The grass probably looks greener in the other pasture
But to see the truth you must look past your eyes.

MOO!

 

[Mellohwa]

This Is How the World Ends (Again):
A Memoir of Missed Alarms and Almosts

"
I woke to a quiet morning,
ink full of hands, documents unfinished.
Thoughts dancing, restless yet calming,
a whisper—again, I whispered.

"Good Morning" felt warm,
20 missed alarms, deadlines, class.
Again, keys fumbling, a once more storm,
I laughed, a one-minute-late mess!
"

Mused a Poet.​

 

[SRB]

An old classic:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Vodka costs less,
Than dinner for two.