One month of Poetry Prompts
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A rough poem using the very first prompt- Open wound
In the quiet of the night, stars alight,
@mysteriousSky2331
Solid Ground;
Beneath my feet, I feel the Solid Ground,
A sanctuary in chaos, where peace is found.
With each breath, I anchor myself here,
In the present moment, free from fear.
I stand tall, rooted like a sturdy tree,
Grounding myself, in tranquility.
With each inhale, I draw in strength,
And exhale the turmoil, to any length.
I feel the earth beneath me, steady and strong,
A steadfast support, where I belong.
In the rhythm of my breath, I find my calm,
A soothing balm, like a healing psalm.
With each mindful step, I reclaim my power,
In the stillness of the moment, I flower.
Solid ground, my anchor in the storm,
Guiding me through, keeping me warm.
So I breathe and ground, in the here and now,
With each breath, I take my bow.
For in the solidity of the earth, I find my grace,
And in grounding techniques, I find my space.
@mysteriousSky2331
i love that.
Open Wounds
I can feel my center bleeding,
I feel the impending ache.
its forever imprinted on my corpse here,
As I lie awake.
i die here tonight, on a battle field.
so my son can live free of the war that lays here.
Prompt 9 - ghosted
Being ghosted this way,
Is a lot like being haunted,
With all of the anxiety,
Just none of the adventurousness.
This clench in my gut,
I brought her flowers when she got sick.
Knowing deep in my heart,
That every time I give flowers, I get dumped.
She tells me it's my fault,
And all along I was worried that it was,
But now that she mentions it like this,
I know that it's not true.
I learned that "ghostlighting" is a term that day.
Prompt 10 - New Plan
I hear talk that there's a new plan,
Have the deaf build the next Tower of Babel.
I seen it on the TV,
Sittin' on a loveseat that don't love me back.
Say again?
They show it to you twice, it's significant.
They show it to you a third,
It's propaganda and a spanking.
This new plan don't hold much water,
There's another common language we have.
Violence.
I know it's real, I seen it on the TV.
Son, you gotta learn to change your channel different.
Prompt 11 - Out of Focus
I'm starting to get mad,
Someone's going around superimposing,
Superimposing something very vulgar all over everything,
And no one can see anything,
Especially what I'm trying to put out there.
It's not like I'm getting groceries five to close,
Or eating at a restaurant on a holiday,
While continually telling the server how happy I am that they're open.
It's just some stuff that I haven't shared,
And maybe some things get burned down in the process.
I can take the heat this time,
But everything is out of focus.
The only things that people see,
Are draining their capacity to see anything else.