EXERCISE Poetry Challenge #2 - Introspection

Discussion in 'INSPIRING MUSES' started by Fluffy, Nov 13, 2010.

  1. Introspection: the self-observation and reporting of conscious inner thoughts, desires and sensations. It is a conscious mental and usually purposive process relying on thinking, reasoning, and examining one's own thoughts, feelings, and, in more spiritual cases, one's soul.

    Try and write a poem based on inner thoughts and feelings. It can be about a handful of things or just 1 subject that's always on your mind. It can be about a worldwide issue, a person, a scar you have, anything that makes you really sit and think... I shall present you with an example, of a time when I was walking down the sidewalk one day to discover something tragic. I always look back to it when I'm deep in thought about...death:

    Kiss of Death
    I kneel
    before a baby bird
    Fresh from the egg
    Cold to the touch
    Marked by the lips of Death

    I weep
    wondering why it left us
    Is the air too polluted?
    Did the war give it fright?
    Are its parents neglectful?

    I wish
    this creature could have flown
    and experienced sunshine
    as well as raindrops
    and even snow

    I think
    long and hard about death
    How the empty depths consume you
    and all you see is darkness
    All you feel is cold

    I create
    a grave for my friend, the bird
    with a promise to keep
    that I will resist the kiss of Death
    until I'm much too weak​

  2. Sometimes I feel out of place
    Sometimes I want to run
    Sometimes I wish I had the chance
    To finish what I've begun

    The mirror shows the future face
    Of Life, in death it cracks
    Be gone from this
    eternal chase
    of lies deceitful facts.

    Sometimes is rotten as the last
    Sometimes is better than
    Sometimes I wish I could go back
    to something more, a friend.

    No matter what I wish that was
    Its all a putrid mess.
    Today I'll die inside, but mend
    this day just like the rest.
  3. The eyes hold the truth,
    In age or in youth,
    As we groan under the wieght,
    Of out own oppressive hate,
    That do we gain,
    Prom all out needless pain,

    A product, a symbol,
    Nothing more than a thimble,
    The watcher know and see,
    To the core of humanity,
    Introspection's perspective,
    Never fully reflective.

    Clouded by fears and desires,
    Afraid to what really transpires,
    Under the surface beneath crawling skin,
    Only we know what is virtue and what is sin.
  4. What Is Love?

    A warm sensation,

    A beautiful enigma,

    Every heart seeks love.

    Who Am I?

    I am a shadow,

    The objective third party,

    Observer of life.
    #4 AkikoYukito, Aug 16, 2014
    Last edited: Nov 8, 2014