December 3, 2012

Writing Prompt: Poem

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Writing Prompt: Poem

Today's Write On Writing Prompt comes to us from WerewolfCat5 who leaves the door wide open to be creative!

"Write a poem describing whatever you want. Or a paragraph.
Anything is game! If it’s your newest crush, or how your baby brother spit up on your favorite shirt, or your feelings on pizza day at school, feel free to write it up! See how creative you can get."

This is one I did based on the huge pile of dishes that accumulates in my sink every night.

Dishes, oh dishes. How I hate doing the dishes.

If I could have three wishes, one would be not to do the dishes.

You pile up in the sink and seem to mock me.

My dish gloves are so soapy, will I ever break free?

I’m still working on a happy ending for that one. . . What about you guys? Write your poem or paragraph in the Comments below!

—Ratha, Stacks Writer

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  1. MidnightAngel78

    A young deer stretches out her neck to drink,
    She pauses for a moment to think,
    Was that a predator in the grass?
    She shrugged off the thought and let it pass.
    Again her ears prick at a sound,
    Was that a hunter or just a mound?
    Lifting up she smelled the air,
    But all she smelt was a badger in its lair.
    The hunter smiled his sinister grin,
    Knowing that he would most definitely win,
    For everything was to his gain,
    Even though his actions were vain.
    He nocks his arrow and lets it fly,
    And heard the deer let out a faint cry,
    The huntsman lets out a victorious shout,
    But shoots once more for he still had doubt.
    The deer, hurt, staggers along,
    And heard the sparrow sing its song,
    “Run, run the hunter’s near,
    If you fall your fate is clear.”
    As the deer panted hard,
    The hunter ran another yard,
    Her eyes lit with a spark of fear,
    And the deer shed her very last tear.

  2. Kristina

    Check this out.
    The mountains of homework
    That I have to do
    Math and Science
    History, too.
    Piles of papers
    Big bags of books
    Forklifts too carry it
    That’s what it took

  3. happygoat12

    I wrote a poem 2!
    The story seems to be ending
    But really its just begun
    The end it seemed
    Was in the middle
    The problem, newly solved
    And up sprang one
    Confusing, huh?

  4. horsegriffin27

    Snort, snort
    Neigh, neigh
    I think of them everyday
    Horses, horses
    Gracefully strong
    They’re wonderful creatures
    I’m definitely not wrong
    Horses, horses
    Can you guess why my name is “Horsegriffin27″?

  5. elfheroine1

    Heres another one i just wrote
    Taken Away
    Why does the Darkside claim them?
    Why aren’t we strong enough to save them?
    Another battle the Darkside won,
    What could we have done?
    We pray and hope and cry,
    As we watch the old them die.
    ‘Theirs still good, I see the signs!’
    We insist, time after time.
    What were the words we did not say?
    Why did the darkness take them away?
    Every last penny, we would have spent,
    If only they’d come back and repent.