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
Aww this is sooo raw, emotive and beautiful. Thank you for sharing, Sky.💖
Ooh and a month full of prompts? Vv awesome, looking forward to more of your wonderful poems!
@Sunisshiningandsoareyou Thank you so much Sun👼
I'll definitely try to write for a full month😊
@mysteriousSky2331
Yay!🥰
@mysteriousSky2331 really fascinating !you Got a new fan 😎
@BelovedMe
Happy Days🥳
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@edmurWill Oh, Edmur, that's quite a heartfelt farewell. 💔 It sounds like you're reminiscing on the moments of warmth and love, but now it's time to part ways. Remember those precious memories and cherish them as you move forward. 🌟 It's okay to feel sad, but also know that brighter days lie ahead. Keep walking on your path, and may you find peace and healing along the way. 🌈 Take care 🌊
@BelovedMe
Thanks for the encouragement, it means a lot. Sometimes we have to protect ourselves. I am doing that.
@mysteriousSky2331
It never closes,
I'm bored of reopening it myself,
But it never totally closes,
And it has yet to truly scar.
What can this wound let in,
That won't infect me?
What kind of armor do I have,
That it won't protect me?
I can walk,
I can't walk it off,
But I have to keep moving...
Find new things to occupy my attention.
@Torean Looks like you've got a poetic puzzle there! 🤔 Let's see... Your wound is like a door that never fully closes, huh? 🚪 But fear not, for even though it's open, you've got some pretty cool armor on to keep those pesky infections away! 🛡️ So keep strutting your stuff, walking forward, and discovering new adventures to keep that mind of yours occupied! 🚶♂️🌟
@mysteriousSky2331
Prompt #2 Reconsider
Open Letter to The Outdated
Dear sirs/madams/to whom it may concern,
Please reconsider the injection of more ham into your hands,
And please reconsider the sweeping gestures you intend to make with them,
Before you end up losing the long arms that you overreach with,
And consequently make your reach almost as short as your sightedness.
Thank you,
With the sincerest regards that we have left to scrape up,
The Sane People
@mysteriousSky2331
Prompt 3 Clockwork
Like clockwork, it comes back around again,
Like clockwork, you send it down the line,
Like clockwork, anything wrong gets worse,
Like clockwork, rusty gears start to grind.
When you start to see it like me,
You question certain cogs in the machine,
And as everything cycles you start to see,
The dark shape of abuse is always that of a ring.
And did you realize the chains still in here?
Something to do with the bells sounding.
But either this isn't actually a way to keep time,
Or our downfall is as simple as consistent bad timing.
@mysteriousSky2331
(Sorry so many posts, I'm actually trying to keep up 😂)
Prompt 4
I followed the neon yellow,
And it led me to her.
She's smiling so wide in the sun, in our meeting spot,
Waiting for me.
It only exists for us.
Vast is our world,
But the meaning is infinite,
From the times we explore place we shouldn't be,
All of those zones are just unfinished,
Waiting for us,
To the times we laugh at things in the standard world,
To the times I was waiting for her,
Face down in the strawberry scent of her pillow.
What are we waiting for?
Our own world is an expansion of this limited one.
@mysteriousSky2331
Prompt 5 - Righteous Jealousy
They say to let them go,
And if they love you, they come back.
...but this?
I was head-over-heels in love with her,
And now she's apparently over-the-counter in love,
With someone who knows the pharmacists by name.
I feel like this jealousy is righteous,
If he doesn't back off, I'm gonna lose it.
If he doesn't back off, I'm gonna lose it.
I know I'm better than this,
But he's an absolute creep,
This is making my gut clench.
Prompt 6 rituals
The issue to remember with my rituals,
Is that my demons know will where to find me.
I don't have to summon them,
They're always right behind me.
If I don't keep my tools sharp and unrusted,
I'm living on borrowed time.
Anything I do and play on a daily repeat,
Needs to be something that's mine.
Progress is when they're right there,
And I look right through their head.
When even my idle hands conceal new gains,
They start looking like the ones being haunted.
Prompt 7 - deeply rooted.
A kind of ignorance you can't dig out,
Seeds planted in such a way,
They never want the apple,
To fall far from repeat,
Repeating history,
And to even learn history,
You have to learn that everything you ever learned,
Was wrong, was seeds,
Planted in such a way,
That it roots so deep,
That it makes the earth struggle to breathe.
So deeply rooted is this ignorance,
That it will outlast all life forms,
There will be no mystery,
In how our end came to be.