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Writing Prompt

POEM STARTER

Maranda Quinn

Write an anchor line poem on a topic of your choosing.

In an anchor line, the first three lines of each stanza rhyme, and the last line of every stanza shares the same rhyme. Rhyme scheme: AAAB CCCB DDDB EEEB

Chains

There is this little girl

Full of joy, thick curls

Hidden from the world

In the darkness she is safe, okay


Not allowed to be

Convinced not to see

Beyond anothers identity

What would HER voice say?


A stunted wildflower

Rapunzel in the tower

Waiting for her hour

For her day


It finally comes, he’s the one

The serpents promises feel like the sun

Back in the cage you go, little one

Please, I don’...

Route 88

Driving down the Interstate

In Life I have always been Late

Fingers Crossed, wishing on the number 8

I don’t know where I should go.


Watching everyone succeed

My heart left in this gut wrenching greed.

I can’t catch up to their speed.

Everything for me has felt so slow.


When will it be my time?

To reach the top of my Climb?

To hear a joyous chime.

That I will be saved from this overflo...

A Place I Know Well

Darkness is a place I know well,

My vessel reduced to a shell,

Kept in a pretty little cell,

Pretty as always for you.


I call this place my own,

Something of a home,

Alas, my humble abode,

Is covered in bars, though I don’t have a clue.


This cute mask is a lie,

Covering my cries.

I remeber when I used to fly,

But now these chains hold me down, my feet stuck like glue.


The void is all too famili...

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Deceived

With angels and demons, it’s not too hard.

They wear their wings, either polished or marred.

It’s hard to deceive when you’re so deeply scarred.

Man’s nature is more difficult to reveal.


To not know whether man is good or bad.

Is a complicated list of the life he’s had.

Saints and sinners have both gone mad.

I understand the winged ones’ appeal.


Wings that are singed would be the worst.

Damned ...

Hubby

The box is filled with memories of bliss

The words he speaks feel soft like a kiss

It is all about love, such a clear premise

I know this is it for me, I wont do without


The care in his heart speaks volumes to me

I cannot explain who he makes me want to be

The home we have built is a warm cup of tea

I feel so happy I see my maternal side sprout


The affection for him runs through me with speed

T...

Snowy Owl

She awakens in the tundra white

A phantom carved from northern light

A silent hunter, she takes flight

Disappearing in arctic haze


Stalking shivers in the frost

Her prey now was doomed, starcrossed

She strikes a patch of glacial moss

Talons excavate an icy maze


She hunts without battlecry

A deadly ghost under frozen sky

Born to seek and born to fly

She fades into a snowy glaze...

Burning Panic

Running into my room

A feeling of impending doom

Overhead hangs a cloud of gloom

What have I done?


Stars above me glint

The sky, an unnameable tint

I can’t breathe, shit

ā€˜I’m going on a run’


My whole family is a mess

Theres so much inside me i can never confess

I just need a little bit of rest

Or maybe a gun


I’m not wanted here

I am my only fear

My end could be so clear

I flew too close to the ...

C-PTSD

The sun finally rose and filled my eyes

Bright blue finally glowed and filled my skies

The wind flows through my soul and sighs

Even though the night was long


I smile more

I see the open door

I feel like I did when I was four

Even though the voices were strong


I look back at where I once stood

I thought back then I never could

I wish I could hug me and tell her she would

Even though she’d scream...

Pride Collection 34: Unwavering Love

You know I love you

Its a feeling far from new

Can’t scare it away, Can’t say boo

It stays here, never letting go


I hold a rainbow flag

Hoist is high and let the wind drag

Proclaiming our love, spitting in the face of an old hag

No one can tell our love no


Our love stays a strong bond

Not rippling like a stone to a pond

Out of our love I can not be conned

For I love you so


We hold eachother ti...

Falsche Stadt



When I walk through fog filled streets,

bumping into shadowed figures, tripping over feet,

their faces like smudged ink make me want to retreat,

but the forest knows my name.


Gravel grinds like grit,

intensifying as shoes shuffle in virtue of profit.

Their restlessness is enough to send me into a fit;

but the trees always share the pain.


Blundering, buzzing, small masses,

engrossed in spite an...