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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.
MK
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My comfort for ten years and one
We saw each other in the pet shop booth
I stared at you and you stared at me
Both transfixed as it was meant to be
Through lovers, countries and loneliness
I could never truly be that, with me and my shadow
Such a happy soul, never questioning always loyal
By my side until the lockdown when I wished I had you the most
To spend more time instead of having to le...
Poetry
gods little girl
She galloped through the meadow towards the shed
She galloped through the meadow away from the sick bed
She galloped through the meadow to check her dead she galloped through the meadow where her mama used to lay her head
She galloped through the meadow with her goodbye unsaid...
Mystery
MusefulHeartđź«€
Nothing feels happy once you get sick.
The leaves turn brown,
They fall to the ground,
And they never turn green again.
For a world that used to shine
To become matte and dull,
Is one of the greatest tragedies that comes, When life sucks out your soul.
Nothing is easy once you get sick.
When everyday there are needles inside of you,
And some days it is hard to move.
But the world keeps spinning ...
elaine
I will meet you at the graveyard gate, Where silence speaks, and time runs late.
Where you now rest beneath the stone, And I walk this path, aching and alone.
You lay there still, the world turned gray, Faced up to skies that stole you away.
A cold heart beats no more in chest, But in my soul, you've built your nest.
We talked of forever, of life hand in hand, Of dreams we'd build, of making a sta...
Drama
Just a girl đź©·
Goodbye to my dream of Happily Ever After
I used to believe in it
the fairytale ending,
the promise that love would stay
if I just held on tight enough.
Doing right by others would payoff
Just a matter of time
Truth is,sometimes it doesn’t
You can do it all, maybe it is a lesson
To learn. Maybe, I should of listened when they told me to put that time in myself instead.
Since I was a child,
I...
Trotbury Tales
(AKA The Last Piece of Chalk)
Here I write, at the end of things
Of pain unparalleled
My brethren: used up, dwindling
Stubs scarcely to be held
Mere dots where once proud columns lay
Tales ended with a period
Muddled dust in shades of grey
Once shone in colors myriad
Remembrance falls to me alone
No other bell will toll
No flags half mast, no widows moan
For rubble in a bowl
My only solace to ...
AriIsWriting
I suppose I should have expected
Being here today,
Standing beside your casket.
I wish I didn’t expect it,
I wish that this was a surprise.
But it isn’t.
You have left us,
And you’re already being forgotten.
I, and few others, will reach out for you
Wishing to keep you here,
To compress our hands to your already still heart.
As if the effort of few will bring you back.
To bring you back we wo...
YA fiction
Delphine P Snow
We lost each other in the chaos of life
We drowned in the voices of others
We
What happened to us?
Do you ever think about that?
I do
Maybe you do too
We had so many plans
Plans to be together
Forever
We lost each other along the way
We suffocated
We choked
We’re gone
There’s no hope for us now
We’ve become just a daily poetry prompt...
Romance
Clara Clark
For my favorite toy
of my toddler self;
I imagine you’re somewhere better now,
perhaps another kid sees you the way I did.
I loved your bright colors
and silly Blue’s Clues song.
I loved clicking the fun buttons
a new song wouldn’t wait long.
The radio would light up,
a rhythm would start,
the Dora Explorer song started with a thump.
I can only hope with sincerity,
that a toddler loves your c...
missplumbob
Does love die, does it lie?
Does it stay constant, or deny?
Does it hurt, does it flirt,
Does love even work?
In your beginning love is born,
Love is nurtured, love is torn.
How love feels as love grows,
How it steals and how it shows.
How it heals, how it lives,
How much beauty love still gives.
Love can dim, love can go,
Love is warm, yet love is cold.
Love is bold—my love I hold.
Love can fa...
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