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“Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?” - Virginia Woolf,
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This week’s prompt is given to us by a random word generator: block
Make this one a poem. A poem inside of a story is acceptable.
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Always remember; we are all writers together.
This week’s prompt is given to us by a random word generator: block
Make this one a poem. A poem inside of a story is acceptable.
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Another.
The shield comes up, the sword comes down
The metal clashes, now way through found
The one steps in, swings a punch to the face
The other deflects, keeping up the fight's pace
Then the voice speaks, as moms say to boys
"You're 41 dammit, stop playing with toys!"
But my entertainment impromptu I will not let stop,
I'm an adult, dammit, my fun I'll not block!
The shield comes up, the sword comes down
The metal clashes, now way through found
The one steps in, swings a punch to the face
The other deflects, keeping up the fight's pace
Then the voice speaks, as moms say to boys
"You're 41 dammit, stop playing with toys!"
But my entertainment impromptu I will not let stop,
I'm an adult, dammit, my fun I'll not block!
Not my finest hour of poetry, but not my worst. Tried to put a sense of adventure in this one. Hope I got it, lol.
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Block Imagination
A wonderful past time
For a child with imagination
A block of wood
becomes the ship one sails
Around the block
becomes around the world
many a block stacked high
to become a tower, a castle or hideaway
or a single block just the right size
is a mobile phone to talk with others
A damn is created
to block the flow of trickling water
creating a puddle to splash in
or an imaginary sea to sail upon
several friends join in
from a block or two down the road
one from the block of flats
imagination takes many forms
with the help of a block
magic happens
A wonderful past time
For a child with imagination
A block of wood
becomes the ship one sails
Around the block
becomes around the world
many a block stacked high
to become a tower, a castle or hideaway
or a single block just the right size
is a mobile phone to talk with others
A damn is created
to block the flow of trickling water
creating a puddle to splash in
or an imaginary sea to sail upon
several friends join in
from a block or two down the road
one from the block of flats
imagination takes many forms
with the help of a block
magic happens
Chains rattling, mind growing numb,
I find myself next to no one.
Lungs heavy, chest coiled tight,
One's own mind is a trap set for life.
How you think,
How you feel,
How you see the world,
forever warped.
All it takes is that idea,
that one sunken thought,
to throw you into an ocean,
tied to a cinder block.
May your thoughts grow light,
may your dreams bring life,
for the block that holds you down,
will only be freed by one's own might.
(idk XD tried it xD
I find myself next to no one.
Lungs heavy, chest coiled tight,
One's own mind is a trap set for life.
How you think,
How you feel,
How you see the world,
forever warped.
All it takes is that idea,
that one sunken thought,
to throw you into an ocean,
tied to a cinder block.
May your thoughts grow light,
may your dreams bring life,
for the block that holds you down,
will only be freed by one's own might.
(idk XD tried it xD
(Meh, I'm not much for poetry, if I'm honest...)
Eyes open wide
Whole world on either side
No need to guide
Thy creation's pride
Every inch, thy canvas dried
And thy tall tales cried
All by pen ink tide
Thy impossible vision derived
Until dark clouds doth glide
Beauty and song divide
Thy mind hath lied
Yet this wall will reside
Lost is hope, denied
Darkness and gloom beside
Forever, downward slide
The final end implied
Stars above doth eyed
Thy being down tied
Longing to again coincide
Should thy dreams abide
Cold dark doth chide
Authority doth preside
Wildest fantasies have shied
At thy mind's most snide
Efforts decried
And motive, stain dyed
Until outstretched hand supplied
Be thy anchor, relied
With vigor replied
And deep breath sighed
Once more tried
Thy wall subside
Eyes open wide
Whole world on either side
No need to guide
Thy creation's pride
Eyes open wide
Whole world on either side
No need to guide
Thy creation's pride
Every inch, thy canvas dried
And thy tall tales cried
All by pen ink tide
Thy impossible vision derived
Until dark clouds doth glide
Beauty and song divide
Thy mind hath lied
Yet this wall will reside
Lost is hope, denied
Darkness and gloom beside
Forever, downward slide
The final end implied
Stars above doth eyed
Thy being down tied
Longing to again coincide
Should thy dreams abide
Cold dark doth chide
Authority doth preside
Wildest fantasies have shied
At thy mind's most snide
Efforts decried
And motive, stain dyed
Until outstretched hand supplied
Be thy anchor, relied
With vigor replied
And deep breath sighed
Once more tried
Thy wall subside
Eyes open wide
Whole world on either side
No need to guide
Thy creation's pride
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