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Write a poem that conveys the trials and tribulations of a parent who struggles to provide for his or her family due to chronic underemployment. https://grammar.yourdictionary.com/writing/41-poetry-prompts-inspire-fresh-vivid-writing
TW: Poverty Hey kid My kid I hope you’re fast asleep I’m in the living room crying To myself I am lying That you sow what you reap Hey kid My kid You have such a pretty smile Your belly is full The world is all your own I don’t want to fuck this up You didn’t ask for this You didn’t ask to be born Or penniless Grasping and grappling Just to get by I’ll protect you my dear Although I do fear You’re starting to understand The cruelty of the world Hey kid My kid Just keep your head up high We’re gonna try to fight Mom’s gonna be alright The world is yours
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I remember a field
Full of green grass and flowers A picnic blanket on the ground Two bikes, thrown to the side and forgotten I remember the sun Shining down around us But even that warmth Paled in comparison To the warmth in my heart At being by your side I remember a classroom Sitting at a table Looking into your eyes And laughing as we worked I remember a game A friendly competition But most of all, I remember Your eyes shining when you won I remember a kingdom Where everything was perfect It was more of a home to me Than my very own bed I remember escaping Running with you to that place In the beauty of your mind As we fled from The terrors of the world Hand in hand I remember a girl Whose face lit up when she saw me Who cracked a million jokes Who told a million stories I remember a girl Who loved me more than life Who loved me more than death Who’d write stories just for me Who wanted me around She was calm and she was patient She was funny and she was sweet She was broken and she was soft She was everything I wanted And so much more That girl was my future This one, I’m not so sure I’ve constantly been left It’s the story of my life Something about me Makes people who seem to care Run away I never thought you’d leave You promised me you wouldn’t But now you’re not the girl That I remember You don’t light up to see me You don’t run away Hand in hand To worlds of our own creation There’s no escape for me From what you’ve become My girl that I remember Where did you go? 2. Dancing in the snow https://mirclealignr.tumblr.com/post/669674956399017984/xmas-prompt-list-scenarios-decorating-the
Christmas was ruined. There was no point to it anymore. They had been driving home—they needed to get home before midnight so that they could have the perfect Christmas morning. Throughout the car breaking down, an insane amount of traffic coming back from his parents, and every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong, Lance was just beginning to finally believe everything would be alright after all. “Ugh!” he groaned in frustration, kicking the side of their house. “I can’t fucking believe this.” “It’s alright baby,” Pine said. They placed a hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles. “It’s not the end of the world.” “Of course it’s the end of the world! How on earth did we forget the key?” “Things happen,” they shrug. “We can get a hotel or something.” “A hotel?” Lance asked. “A hotel won’t work! All of the presents are in there, and the landlord can’t come in until after Christmas.” “We can open the gifts then!” “But then everything will be ruined,” Lance said, putting his head in his hands as he crumpled to the ground. “Sweetie, what is it?” Pine said, inching over and leaning down beside their boyfriend. “It’ll be alright, what’s wrong about opening gifts a day late?” What was wrong about it was that Lance was going to propose, and now his plans were fucking ruined. Afterall, Christmas was magical and merry. Nothing was special about the 26th of December. But of course Pine couldn’t know that. “I just wanted our first Christmas living together to be perfect,” Lance mumbled. “Oh sweetheart,” Pine said, taking his face. “I’m with you, of course it will be.” He leaned into their touch, and the clenching around his heart was starting to ease up. All too soon, though, the warmth of Pine’s hand was gone, and they had disappeared into the car. “Pine? What are you doing?” “One second,” Pine said, murmuring, “Impatient baby,” under their breath. Lance huffed, but stayed put as Pine sifted through their belongings. They must’ve retrieved whatever they were looking for, and, satisfied, came back around the front of the car. They were carrying a speaker. Lance tilted his head in confusion as Pine shuffled through the songs on their phone. A soft holiday tune blasted from the speakers, and Pine shot him a small smile. They offered a hand. “Come on, dance with me.” Lance hesitated a moment before climbing to his feet and taking their hand. Pine pulled him in close, twirling him in slow, careful circles. “See, this isn’t so bad.” “No,” Lance said, a smile splitting his face. “It isn’t.” “What are you smiling for, weirdo?” “I just,” he hesitated, trying to find the words to explain what was going on in his head. “I don’t know how I got lucky enough to have you.” Pine chuckled. “I love you too. Now focus on dancing with me.” He did, and they danced in the snow. Towering Castles
Shining spells Oh what a grand adventure A band of heroes Strung together by fate And just you wait It’ll be a grand adventure And at the end of it all What will we be But a band of outcasts With nowhere to go From here? But when our purpose has faded And our outlook is jaded At least we’ll have Our grand adventure Write a poem about time. -Anonymous
Why does it feel like Everything Is about to explode? Why does it feel like My life Is about to implode? A ticking time bomb Counting down My years My days My hours My minutes My seconds Until everything Is nothing but debris 5 4 3 2 1 My one true love
This is an ode to you To your pale skin To your inky eyes Charcoal stained fingers And words that linger When I am with you Oh how time flies I have dedicated my life To worshiping your existence I could spend hours each day Kneeling at your feet Bowing down to the world That is you Oh my one true love When I am with you I am in another world One of my own creation Driven by your soul When I stand by your side And let you lead me away My one true love You captured me at first sight Hours by candlelight Marveling at your wonder Oh my true love How can poetry be your creation How can literature capture Everything you are My true love My soul My life Let me worship your practice Forever more 15. WRITE A HAIKU INSPIRED BY AN ELEMENT OF NATURE. (HAIKUS ARE THREE LINES. THE FIRST LINE HAS FIVE SYLLABLES, THE SECOND LINE HAS SEVEN SYLLABLES, AND THE THIRD LINE HAS FIVE SYLLABLES).https://www.readpoetry.com/22-poetry-prompts-to-help-you-write-your-next-great-poem/
NOTE: The prompt said to write a haiku, but it was a bit short so I decided to write a few. Enjoy! Heat licks at my face The flames devour and burn But they keep me warm A crashing, cold storm Alone on the sea, a boat It stays on the waves Steady and grounded The earth below is safety On the ground, we grow It can’t be held back No cages can trap the wind Wild and carefree Light the way
My star Show me What I’m searching for In the dead of night When all is lost When it’s dark And you can’t see The way Find a star To light the path To show the way My star Won’t you light the way? Choose a word – ‘mother’ or ‘father.’ What does that word mean to you? Mindstorm for five minutes – you might automatic write without letting your pen leave the page – and just pour out all the things the word makes you think of. Memories of parents (your own and other kids); adverts; fictional characters; images; associations. Think verbs or nouns you associate with the word (baking, the newspaper, darts, weepies, ironing, poohsticks); character-traits (reliable, stern); expectations. Write down scents or tastes or sounds you associate with your own mother or father or yourself as a mother or father. The poem will be called ‘The Mother’ or ‘The Father’. Your notes will be the basis. https://poetrysociety.org.uk/competitions/national-poetry-competition/resources/poetry-writing-prompts/
TW: Abandonment Father Dear Father You were supposed to be the one The one man To not break your daughter’s heart You told her to be smart When she put her trust into someone new How was she supposed to know The one she couldn’t trust was you You bought her diamonds To be the first To show your love And your devotion And now? Where has that devotion gone Fast as the wind you run When she’s not in front of you Father Dear Father Why’d you change so fiercely Your daughter says she misses you That she doesn’t understand What she did wrong And why You’ve run away |
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