I'm trying to get back into writing poetry regularly- partially for myself, and partially because in one of the novels I'm writing, the hero's mother was a poet and he often recites her work (that I have to write). So, I'm using prompts regularly to get into the swing of things- and thought I'd share what I've got so far! I'm not editing these right now, so they're raw and not great... But they're a mixture of styles and concepts that I'm hoping will help me refind my voice (and even more importantly, that of the hero's mom, Gertrude). I'll make sure to note the prompts. Prompts are from both a Discord bot in a writing server and from a fellow writer who gives them to me sometimes during group writing sessions :3
(They might be a bit dark, forewarning.)
The ones I've written up until now for this will be in this post with spoilers. The rest I'll add later and may or may not spoiler in the future. Or I'll just add them here. We'll see.
(They might be a bit dark, forewarning.)
The ones I've written up until now for this will be in this post with spoilers. The rest I'll add later and may or may not spoiler in the future. Or I'll just add them here. We'll see.
The spirits wander, endlessly;
The wind billows the leaves.
As leaves fall, winter comes.
The spirits we watched go missing.
Over yonder, where warmth abounds;
Time stalls, the wind slows.
Blossoms bloom, but only silence speaks;
The spirits are waiting for us, once more.
As a tree falls in the distance,
Eyes follow the thud that echoes;
The tree vanishes from view,
Just like the spirits.
I shout to the sky,
Praying for a sign;
Where are you,
O’ child of light?
The wind billows the leaves.
As leaves fall, winter comes.
The spirits we watched go missing.
Over yonder, where warmth abounds;
Time stalls, the wind slows.
Blossoms bloom, but only silence speaks;
The spirits are waiting for us, once more.
As a tree falls in the distance,
Eyes follow the thud that echoes;
The tree vanishes from view,
Just like the spirits.
I shout to the sky,
Praying for a sign;
Where are you,
O’ child of light?
The children dance
To the tune of adults
Waiting to prance
Only to find insults
The children play
But are surely scolded
For asking if they may
Not end up molded
All children are taught
All children learn
But what are they brought
If just for adults to spern?
They dance away, crying
Falling down, still trying...
To the tune of adults
Waiting to prance
Only to find insults
The children play
But are surely scolded
For asking if they may
Not end up molded
All children are taught
All children learn
But what are they brought
If just for adults to spern?
They dance away, crying
Falling down, still trying...
As the sun sinks into darkness
The stars begin to sing a melody
Of gentle, irreverent light;
An ignorant wish for peace.
The children would shout
Thankful for their luminescence,
While the spirits would hide
In the shadows they’d leave.
Darkness sings a lullaby,
Soothing the terrified children
From the visions of monsters
Roaming the land...
From whence do they come?
Not from under the bed, nor the shadows-
They come from far closer,
Hidden in plain sight.
And so, the darkness hides the children:
Letting them rest and recover
From a day of fear and play,
To see a new light shine in the morn...
The stars begin to sing a melody
Of gentle, irreverent light;
An ignorant wish for peace.
The children would shout
Thankful for their luminescence,
While the spirits would hide
In the shadows they’d leave.
Darkness sings a lullaby,
Soothing the terrified children
From the visions of monsters
Roaming the land...
From whence do they come?
Not from under the bed, nor the shadows-
They come from far closer,
Hidden in plain sight.
And so, the darkness hides the children:
Letting them rest and recover
From a day of fear and play,
To see a new light shine in the morn...
The trees stand tall,
Their leaves slowly fall,
The birds may call,
As time starts to stall.
Near to the flume
A bud begins to bloom,
A spirit makes room
Near to its tomb.
A wolf gives chase
To the rabbits that race,
As the child’s face
Lights up with grace.
Watching, waiting,
The children are skating
As their mother’s plaiting-
The world is baiting.
The world stands still,
Time halts on the hill.
The length of the twill
Grows with their will...
Their leaves slowly fall,
The birds may call,
As time starts to stall.
Near to the flume
A bud begins to bloom,
A spirit makes room
Near to its tomb.
A wolf gives chase
To the rabbits that race,
As the child’s face
Lights up with grace.
Watching, waiting,
The children are skating
As their mother’s plaiting-
The world is baiting.
The world stands still,
Time halts on the hill.
The length of the twill
Grows with their will...
If I write more today and no one posts after me, I'll just edit this one.
