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19. Complete: Be inspired by a project or task be completed – whether it’s crossing something off the never-ending to-do list, or a project you have worked on for a long time. https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/
To do: X Wake up Get out of bed Get dressed Take a shower Clean the never-ending pile of clothes on my floor Leave my room For the first time in days Let’s try to not be alone today Okay? Cook myself a meal Something real Instead of uncooked ramen And bags of stale chips Brush my hair Try not to stare At my face For too long Go on a walk They say that the sunshine Is good for a melancholy mood Go to therapy That’d be a start Go to see some friends Oh Um Nevermind To do: X Wake up Get out of bed
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You know that moment
Where something sets in In your mind And it's not like Well I knew things weren't good before From a detached standpoint People can say words like "toxic" and "unhealthy" And I can know what those words mean I can take a step back Look at the situation from the outside And say "Oh. This isn't the best." But I don't really get it I don't feel it Not until A good thing comes along A really good thing So good that I can't put it into words A glass of cold water on a day full of heat and sweat and sunburns Handed to me with a smile A pat on the back Water dripping down my neck Soothing my throat That feeling of utter relief And sure I knew I was dehydrated before But I never knew that it had gotten this bad I never knew that all of that heat and exhaustion and discomfort could lift With a simple drink And there's so much more where that came from For the first time Maybe for the first time in my life I feel I feel I feel Unburdened No heat is suffocating my lungs, my vision There's just the cool comfort of water Against my aching throat And no matter how much I try to convey my gratitude It can never come across quite right There's no words No words that aren't some convoluted metaphor About a glass of water on a hot summer's day That can show you the relief that's holding my heart aloft in my chest So I just keep saying Thank you Thank you And hope that the quantity will make up for the lack of quality You smile Kind of confused as to why there are tears in my eyes After all, it's just water But it's not It's never just water It's the fact that I've been working out in the sun for an eternity With no break No respite And my throat's been dry for days So long that I forgot what being hydrated feels like And I didn't drink water Not because I didn't deserve it or it was too hard to find But merely because there was no point After all, the heat will always come back to suffocate To suffer There's no point in easing it Because in a mere moment I'll be out here again But here you are Holding out a glass of water and a smile No judgement for my torn up, sweat-stained clothes Merely telling me "Whenever you need a glass of water I'll be happy to bring you one." I can't say thank you again I can't say thank you again So I smile and nod And say "I'll take you up on that" TW: suicide
It’s not over by @growyourpoetry on Instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CfYyXlgKnz5/ If I could tell her one thing If I had one last moment with her I’d let her know That it’s not over That someday Maybe the pain wouldn’t cease But it would ease And be drowned out By the splendid colors of joy I’d tell her that someday The plagues of her past Wouldn’t haunt her every day That she’d find love That she’d find a purpose A reason to keep going I’d tell her That it’s not over That it’s never over Not really Not until you pull the trigger 28. Poison: Describe something toxic and its effects on a person. https://thinkwritten.com/poetry-prompts/
You’re toxic You drew me in With pretty words and gentle touches Like a moth to a flame Or a mouse to a trap You promised safety, shelter Arms to hide in Arms to hide from Why do you detest my arms? Why can’t I hold you? You promised love You promised fun Your lips tasted like candy But they felt like poison Sinking into my skin Infecting my brain With your words With your hate It’s been years Why won’t you get out of my head? I guess it’s too late For the antidote I miss last summer
The smell of chlorine in your hair The taste of lemonade on your lips The warmth of the sun And the warmth of your arms Keeping me safe from harm Late night talks And evening walks Toasting food and skin by the fire My love I miss Your summer kiss And the way that we desired It was rainy today
The water soaked through my clothes Soaked through my skin Chilling me down to my bones The overcast skies Did absolutely nothing To brighten my gloomy mood I’ve felt like this before That death grip on my heart Tying me to my bed Sending pain signals through my head I stay still for two days And hate myself when the clouds finally clear This is the first time That the fog hasn’t gone away It gets easier to see through at times But the heavy clouds over my head Never really leave my side Every single time the sky starts to clear My hopes are doused With bucket-fulls of rain Will I even remember what the sun looks like By the time the skies finally clear? Don’t be sad, my love
There’s no need to cry It’s only a goodbye The end of an era People come and go Waves ebb and they flow Nothing can stay in place For forever Don’t mourn the lass Just be grateful That we got so much time So much happiness So much love To share with each other And when the pain from the hole That I left in your soul Is too much for you to bare Just look back Try to smile fondly And remember the memories we made She’s soft
All curling hair and gentle curves Light, shy smiles A daisy tucked behind her ear A touch for a tear Fabric flowing Skin is glowing Soft like frozen yogurt on a summer’s day Now she’s rough All sharp edges and jagged lines A stone old glare A scar curling on her lip Sharp studs along her hip Punches coming Fire humming Rough like a dirt road on a summer’s night What is home? (@growyourpoetry) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdsmxpUqYL0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
A place to come back to A place to feel safe Where the demons can’t touch you A shield held above your head Warm arms in your bed Always so protected When I’m in your arms Until the warmth in my heart Turned to flames Burning my head Burning my heart Where did you go? What happened to us? What happened to me? What is home? I’m all alone Why do we use the word “broke”
To describe the poor? Do we like To further the illusion That if you don’t come from money You’re broken? What is happening? The rising gap Between rich and poor People left at their door But it’s their fault, isn’t it? They’re the ones who are broken They should try harder Work harder This is the land of the free Streets are paid with gold Gilded and paved For the poor to dig their graves Upon Their blood polishes, shines The path for those who walk it The wealthy The whole The unbroken That’s the whole idea Isn’t it? |
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