Poetry, with a prompt

[Zen]

You are to write a poem, using whatever format you desire. You may ONLY write about any of the topics given.

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1. A Pencil
2. The Ocean
3. The Sun
4. Your dog
5. The/Your Car
6. The road
7. Chapstick
8. Water bottle
9. Music
10. The Library
11. School
12. Shoes
13. Clothes
14. Doors
15. Sink
16. Sparrow
17. Air / Wind
18. Clouds
19. Thunderstorms
20. Table
21. Chairs
22. Your Mouse
23. Curtains
24. Smoke
25. Fire
26. Grass
27. Trees
28. Light
29. Dark
30. Carpet
31. Eyes
32. Cake
33. Bread
34. Glasses
35. Nail polish
36. Gas
37. Pillow
38. Bed
39. Bitterness
40. Joy

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[Ashi]

Windows

Eyes gazing softly
Conveying emotions true
Windows of the soul

 

[Arlathina]

A Poem for My Bed
by Isaac James Flores

I come to you when I need rest,
or a soft place to shed my tears.
If I am a bird, you are my nest,
comforting me through the years.

You keep the secrets, never to be told,
that my lover and I did behold.
Your frame is rusty,
and you sometimes get dusty,
but you never get old.

 

[Sarahonfire333]

Soft, wet, the feeling on my lips,
You know every curve, every bump, and all the dips.
I roll with ecstasy as I feel your touch,
You give me respite when the wind is too much.

I use you, abuse you, and then throw you away,
But you stay by my side, day after day.
You come in many colors and flavors galore,
I tend to lose you by my bed, on the floor.

My dear chapstick, without you I'd be in pain,
So I'll continue to use you, again and again.




Well, that was fun. :)

 

[Lyric]

In The Dark

Turn on a light, and the shadows slink away,
But the darkness within draws nearer every day.
Inside, where night reigns on forevermore,
The light is merely a casualty of war.

 

[RiverNotch]

Pair of Shoes

left in front, right behind
right in front, left behind
and so on

to move forward
is to be apart

 

[Wistful Beast]

Thunderstorms

Rumbling from the sky,
clouds churning, choking the sun,
an onslaught of rain.


Music

The language of the soul,
anything from a cacophony,
to a symphony,
a whisper,
to a roar.
Inspiring us to create,
imagine,
love,
vent,
and anything and everything in between.
Music is just sound,
a tumult of notes,
but an experience to behold all the same.

I decided to try two, but the latter one has no true formatting and is sort of abstract. Oh well, I quite like it.

 

[Legens Legentis]

The Sun

Go and look at the sun
It goes down, and day is done
The pattern is constant
It makes your life rampant
And still there is only one