Hey guys, I’m having a writing block for some reason. Usually I’m able to think about an item, or a specific image and write a poem about it, but my mind seems too tired to do that right now. Do you guys have any suggestions on metaphors or anything I can write about? I would greatly appreciate just one word answers even, like the word clock. Just something simple that I can work with creatively. Thanks 🙂
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The mind of an entity that has lived an eternity
This sucks but I haven’t revised it at all:
I have witnessed the world spin around the sun more times than I can remember.
I have seen new life and unstoppable joy.
Feelings of love and hope.
Blooming daises and cloudless skies.
I have seen the happiest ups turn into the darkest downs.
I have seen stonings and starvations,
Wars and the cruelty of man alone.
I have been here too long, watching over history.
Reading every person’s story over millions of years.
I am endless, and I wish I would end.
Time would mean acquired knowledge. What would that knowledge be, I ask myself. Would it be overpowered by boredom, projected with malicious intent? Idk I have been thinking about this. Image all the possibilities!
I think thats the thing about poetry, I can’t really spell it out can I? Every person who reads a poem will interpret it differently than the person next to them, which is the whole point of it. I find it interesting how you mind went to that of the entity itself, instead of what it has witnessed like I did.
Time would mean acquired knowledge. What would that knowledge be, I ask myself. Would it be overpowered by boredom, projected with malicious intent? Idk I have been thinking about this. Imagine all the possibilities!
Water, fire, wind, earth, trees
Look up at the sky— clouds, the sun, stars, the moon, a shooting star and the plantets ( yes you do not need a telescope to see 5 of them ). The crescent moon with Venus shining above it as ominous clouds roll in. An eclipse perhaps. Look up!!
I guess this works, it’s pretty bad though, especially the end:
You grabbed my hand and told me you were taking me to the Sun. You told me stories of the sunflowers and warm air covering the surface. You promised there were white roses and lily pads on still waters.
But instead, you took me to the Moon, where the roaring streams were cold and the trees were bare of leaves. You took me to a place of sharp air filled with lies. Soft, sad music on repeat echoing through the marigold fields that rue the day they were forcefully planted.
You lied.
Time
Nakedness
Unrevised it’s realllyyyy bad:
I started with my jacket. One layer at a time, I stripped myself bare in front of you. I took off my shirt, telling you things I couldn’t to most. My pants came next. You became interested in my words until I started on my bra, and then my underwear, and then there I was. Completely naked in front of you. I had nothing left to hide behind, you knew every inch of my body, every secret. But then you pulled out your camera and took unwanted pictures and, despite my protests, you posted them and tagged me. You forced my nakedness on everyone else. You told them things I could barely tell you, the one person I trusted the most. I used to trust the most.
Actually, I think that’s really good.
For as I would request the freedom if I must but would not going to and see no invitation to not be and act on my own.
Animals, humans, the city.
Infinity
ELEPHANTS
Clever 😉 haha
If colors were personalities
Noodles