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POEM STARTER

Write an elegy about the death of something other than a person.

An elegy is a sad poem, traditionally expressing sorrow for someone who has passed away.

Writings

RIP

I lost you after years and years of fighting

I lost you after time and time again of trying

You found me, when I was lost and didn’t know I needed more

Deserved more

You found me when I had no self worth

No self love

I lost you when I found me

I lost you and mourned the death of our relationship

You found me and I was nothing like the girl you found

You found me and I found my self love, b...

Fire At The Farm

I didn’t know you all that well,

But nobody deserves that hell.

You were a client but I could see,

A man proud of his family.


Sarcasm seeping through your smile,

With your simplistic, no fuss style.

Your three boys loved you, clear as day.

Your wife must miss you everyday.


I let you deduct that plane,

Sometimes wonder am I to blame.

If I said no, would that protect,

The start of this butterfly e...

The Loss Of Youth

It’s a slow burn, as you walk into reality. Into the fact that life just isnt what it seems. The gut punch that sends away all of the dreams you kept so sacred as a kid. You hope and try to bid that life will go the way you want. But life just taunts. When you’re young and free, all you see are sunshine and rainbows. Not the shitty way the wind blows, trying to rip you every which way. Praying all...

Elegy To My Last Beta Cell

My last beta cell died today.

And with it,

my life before.


I wonder if it felt anything.

The way I feel when I’m low.

Sprawled out on the floor of my kitchen,

drunk on Hershey’s syrup.


Or when the numbers are so high,

I don’t think there’s enough water to sate them.


Does it regret not fighting harder?

The same way I wonder

if I could’ve fought back too?


At least the beta cell is dead. ...

Euphemisms Of Trust

My younger self has died.

She lays rotting in the ground.

Or maybe just her innocence and faith,

That she once held so dearly,

Are the ones pushing daisies.


They’ve gone to a better place,

But she wants them back.

She needs them back.

Her trust has fallen,

After slowly being stripped away.


Her belief,

That her parents, friends, family,

Would always love and accept her.

Haunts her wi...

The System

Sorrow

Pain

Depression

Cops filled my home

Lights everywhere

So many people like tiny ants

gathering around their queen

My dad lay motionless

So indolent the cops stand

I knew

I knew why no one cared

The cops shot him

He screamed

Bleed

For what felt like an eternity

They did nothing

Nothing

I took them to court

No one believes a teenager

The judge dismissed

The cops smirked

That’s moment...

Companionship/death

Pain pain go away

Come back another day

I can’t do it. It’s too sad.

The doctors told me you were bad

17 years later, I have to put you down

The needle goes in and in flash, you’re gone

You brought me love you brought me happiness .

One day, I knew this day would come

No one is ready, although we

know, it will happen!...

Wasted

Here lies a thought,

a feeling, an idea.


It’s bitter end unexpected by some

yet foretold by many.


It is remembered and mimicked often

but it’s shades are never the same -

distorted by mistellings and untruths.


It was always fragile;

it’s pulse always weak.


And those who hated the idea were all too quick and willing to misunderstand it.

But they couldn’t kill it themselves;

ideas, alth...

Memories To Ashes

Liberty felt free

free as the wind

she stayed true to herself.


An overachiever I might add

always knew what she wanted,

and how to obtain it.


She never stopped chasing her

dreams even if it meant going the full mile.


Loved by all, but never

forgotten. We held onto

hope like a Cherokee Rose.


Full of laughter and joy

the kind of joy that

leaves a person feeling

like there is more to life ...

MOTHER’S GRIEF 💔

A mother’s deception of love, makes young hearts turn blue,

A strong bond fractured from stories untrue.

Her jealousy was venom poisoning the air,

Through years of accusations wrapped in false care.


Years dripped slowly like ink on a page,

As the girl grew older, she harbored silent rage.

Her mother’s manipulation, a twisted ballet,

Her innocence traded for shadows of gray.


With each...