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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

You are convinced you can see mysterious figures lurking in the shadows. Write a poem about them.

Choose a specific style of poetry that would be suitable for this theme.

Writings

Shadows

Always watching, always lurking

I feel like my mind is overworking

Can't get rid of them

The_ shadows_ are following

They are hallowing

Am I losing my mind?

Am I really mine?...

Twisted Up In The Shadows

I get twisted up in crazy things all the time.

Crazy weather, crazy people, crazy visions

Today was hot like I was trapped in a sandy desert

I face the blistering sun and refuse to look behind me

I now know what could happen if I glance back


We used to play a game as young children

It was called Statue.

All the children would move only when the security guard wasnt looking

When the security guar...

On The Prowl

With my sneakers against the pavement—my fingers thrumming beneath the fabric of my coat with trepidation..


You stalk me like prey, moving deftly behind me, I hope to catch a glimpse of you over my shoulder..


Nothing..


I can’t hear your breath over the harsh whipping of the wind, my hair tossing with each rugged breeze


My rosary hung around my neck, my trust bestowed onto a pregnant virgin, ‘p...

Empty Alley

The streetlights don’t help much down this alley

But I’ve already strayed too far into the dark.

It wouldn’t make much sense to go back now.

I only hear the sounds of the echoes of my steps bouncing off the cement and walls.

But I still fear something behind me.

A shadow casted from the entrance took shape below mine.

The sounds of our steps combined.

These naturally long strides come in handy.

If...

Soul

I saw a shadow flow by like a whisper in the cold breeze, hitting along the trees, making its dusty gray mark. I light a match to bring forward the light only to see shadows dancing from side to side, tree to tree, asking to be set free from the torment, I stand, frozen, unable to make the shadows disappear but they’re engraved in my mind. I close my eyes hoping they’ve left me behind but to no a...

Follower (Incomplete)

I can see them

I know that they are there

Keeping me tense with their close distance

Following me without fanfare


I don’t know who they are

Nor why they stalk behind me

But these silent footsteps are silently driving me mad

And they’re much too close to flee


I’ve walked this route for years

And have never seen them go past

Theirs is not a face that I’ve come to face as a part of my routine ...

The shadow figures

They’re here

They’re there

They’re everywhere


I can see them

I can hear them

I can even feel them if I want


They’re in the shadows

Crying for help

They want to be in the light


Everyone thinks I’m crazy

Insane even

But I’m not


They’re just blind

They don’t see the figures in the shadows

They just see empty space


They stay away from me now

Because of what I see

What I hear and f...

Who?!

My head turning in a panic

I’m acting little manic

I thought I saw a shadow, a figure

It was huge, a giant…perhaps even bigger


People say I am going crazy

My wits are gettinng hazy

But, I know what I’m seeing

Supernatural, fantastical beings


Vast, stupendous figures in the gloom

Sometimes I see them in my room

They wake me in the dead of night

Shake me and give me a fright


Long and pointy sq...

speechless

i want to say what u did

i want people to know what u did

i need to get it out of my head


yet i seem to go speechless the second ur name is mentioned


no longer able to get my thoughts out 

my mind goes 1000 mph re playing everything u have done and said 


yet i can never get those thoughts out of my head 


its like u implanted these memories of horror into my brain 

making me unable to speak my ...

They Are I

They watch,

They stare,

They lurk ,

Their breath caressing my neck.


Behind the corner

Behind the doors

Behind the people

The shadows lingers with eagerness.


They judge

They punish

They mock

The darkness is waiting impatiently.


I can not escape

They can not stop

They consume me

The abyss is grasping for more.


They are never full

They are always wanting

They are always pleading

The...