Writing Prompt: Poem
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. 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
Love didn't come from your heart, it came from God every since the start.
Comment #26 | Posted by: Talenteddancer11 on December 07, 2012 at 10:49 PM
Every time your near, I feel my heart skip a beat the whole world disappears.
Comment #27 | Posted by: Talenteddancer11 on December 07, 2012 at 10:53 PM
I want you to know, I'm not letting go, I'll keep holding on, no matter how long,
Comment #28 | Posted by: Talenteddancer11 on December 07, 2012 at 10:56 PM
I'll always be your girl till the end of the world.
Comment #29 | Posted by: Talenteddancer11 on December 07, 2012 at 10:58 PM
One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching
Comment #30 | Posted by: chattychihuahua5 on December 09, 2012 at 12:57 PM
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.
Comment #31 | Posted by: elfheroine1 on December 10, 2012 at 03:34 PM
i,m hapy that about one people go on the internet to blog/post so everyone can read it
Comment #32 | Posted by: bridget on December 17, 2012 at 07:33 PM
i mis wrotten the i meant to write one million but i wrote one people
Comment #33 | Posted by: bridget on December 17, 2012 at 07:35 PM
I WISH I CAN WRITE A POEM IN MY CLASS ABOUT BEYBLADE,STORM PEGASUS AND GINGA. IT'S SO FUN!
Comment #34 | Posted by: swawsome 77 on December 20, 2012 at 03:31 PM
I just wanted to say Elfheroine1 wrote an amazing poem! Love it!
Comment #35 | Posted by: Chihuahuadonut15 on December 21, 2012 at 11:48 AM
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"?
Comment #36 | Posted by: horsegriffin27 on December 24, 2012 at 03:43 PM
roses are red
violets are blue
i love you so you should
love me too
my friend madison
Comment #37 | Posted by: b on January 02, 2013 at 08:03 PM
I wrote a poem 2!
Solution?
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?
Comment #38 | Posted by: happygoat12 on January 21, 2013 at 10:01 AM
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
Kristina
Comment #39 | Posted by: Kristina on January 27, 2013 at 08:12 PM
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.
Comment #40 | Posted by: MidnightAngel78 on February 09, 2013 at 07:10 AM