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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Write a poem on the theme of returning.

You could write about returning to a physical place, or a more metaphorical meaning of this theme.

Writings

My Old Stead

Set between the first fraternal sisters of

Sanguine Summer and wan Winter

The crisp of autumn’s air begged for warmth

But cautioned of the frosty withering to come


The old homestead was six years abandoned

Long sold and forgotten by the buyer, she waited

Standing not as tall or as straight, she bowed to me

As I set foot upon her tree-filled green once again


Kim and the boys joined me but they we...

Returning Home

In the car and off I roam,

Back to the place I once called home.

The little pond for this big fish,

A place I admit I do not miss.


When you are there and go to the store,

You’re bound to bump into three or more,

People that went to school with me.

There is no anonymity.


One employer for half the town,

Entertainment is driving around.

Quite a few are school drop outs,

Drugs abundantly about.


I’m...

Rock Bottom

I thought I had

Set myself free

From my endless

Downward spiral,

But deep down,

I knew I would

Return.


I already hit

Rock bottom

Once,

But now it’s

Twice?

Quite absurd.


Stuck in a world of overbearing darkness

Where nightmares rule

And negative thoughts linger.


Back at rock bottom,

Spiraling down,

Down,

Down.


Down I go,

Returning to my world of suffering

To a hellish extent.


It was a mistak...

Memories And Places

Places hold memories

Big and small


Go back and revisit them

Relive and move on


Don’t get stuck in the past

But remember to reflect


Learn from your experiences

The good and the bad


Don’t bottle and cage

Your disgraces


Don’t focus solely on falls

But see them


Never forget any of them

For you need them...

Going Back Home

Go through the door and down the hall

The second door on the right

Leads to my old bedroom

It used to be mine

Toys everywhere

But it’s just

For guests

Now...

Home

Was a place,

Then a name.

In you came,

With that beautiful face.


was a flat,

Then a person.

With which I watched the setting sun,

Together we sat.


Was it true,

That it was us.

Who built this trust,

So the home was you.


…


Love you baby šŸ–¤...

Returned

The feeling has returned,

The nostalgic dread again weighs me down,

And I am drowning

d

r

o

w

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n

g.

I cannot reach above, nor do I want to.

I will sink in this darkness,

Let the pain fill my lungs.

I wish I could forget this feeling;

I wish it never returned.

But, alas, I must endure it again, only this time I will not h...

From The Start

Broken hearted from the start,

but you’re acting kinda smart.

It’d be better if we’re apart

cause I was broken from the start.


I will see it, I will grow.

But deep down I will always know,

this wound will never close.

I will hurt you, then you’ll go.


You can see it in my eyes,

you can read through all my lies.

I’ve been broken all this time,

you can see it in my eyes.


And then I’ll end up all...

Frail And Able

Standards to never be met

And too ridiculous to expect.


Paths predetermined

But never prewilled by the doer.


Life is fragile yet so fulfilled.


Simpler times were meant for me.

Simpler times were meant for this.


Not ā€œperfect bodiesā€, salaries, and accolades out the wazoo.


But pretty imperfect moments

made by imperfect people to

make memories.


Are people crap sometimes yeah,

Do they mess up...

alpas

there’s an angel on earth (an impartial observer)

come to witness the folly of humanity

to watch, unsleeping, unbreathing, unliving

(it forgets itself)

it sees the dapple of light through leaves and the rippling of fresh river water and (it forgets itself).

it goes to sleep.


she wakes up to an unbearable weight.

the world itself sits on her chest and calls her to the stand,

in a court of outdate...