spottedpebble's spottedpoetry
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My poem dump! P.S. I write terribly when forcing myself to write a poem based on a certain topic. When I 'find' words/poems/lines they turn out a lot better. : )
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Not sure how much I'll actually be able to write in here but here goes!
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A World in Her Mind
in her mind i saw
a colored moon
and rainbow pines
and a quiet loon.
i called to her
in her pictured thought
but she was scared
and i was not.
she flew from me
in form of a bird
and i grew wings
from a silver word.
i touched her lightly
with my pink-silver feathers
and we landed softly
in a meadow of heather.
i told her of magic
and my powers with the mind
that she was hurt
so i met her inside
where the air was soft
and gentle as a breeze
to draw her out
and help her unfreeze.
she wept in my arms
and we were birds no more
but silly little schoolgirls
crying on the floor. -
Love that final stanza! I really like how you manage to go from this fantastical mental world to the real world. I also like the first stanza's imagery of a "colored moon" and "rainbow pines".
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Ooh! I'm going to one of the *prime* viewing spots in the USA today, so this eclipse prompt is gonna be fun! As soon as I actually write it...
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Eclipse of Gold
I sat on the bench
After watching the eclipse,
And I was contented to sit.
Though the "ring of
Fire" part was
For merely a second,
And I missed it,
The rest was beautiful.
The shadows of the moon
Left the shadows on the ground
Burning
And golden but
Dark
And inky
But soft,
As if watered down
By the fiery liquid
Gold light
Of the sun.
The sun was brighter
That day,
And during the drive,
I felt the sun so
Strongly that
I felt I must be
Golden myself.
Leaving all questions behind,
I rose up from below
The ground where
I had been resting dormant,
To stand and feel
The hot light on my face
Like a hand and
Celestial voice
Telling me:
You are beautiful,
No matter how you refer to
Yourself,
No matter how others
Interpret you,
No matter how many
Hardships you've faced.
You are beautiful and strong
And as long as you are in my light,
You will be golden
And you will always belong. -
Ohhh... I really want to do this ghost prompt, but inspiration hasn't struck yet and I won't force myself to do it. I know some ideas will pop into my head soon. 3> ...right?
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Memory-Magic-Thought-Reminder-Special-Wistful Ghosts
The ghosts whispering over the green lawn
Gallivanting through the hills,
Memories of past lives and actions,
Reminders of what can happen
When human decency fails
And people start to thirst to kill
The ghosts shimmering past the skies
Waving over houses and lives still being lived,
Remembering the joy of being
And sending magic to help all the people
Live the best lives they can
And enjoy everything while they still thrive
The ghosts twisting through the storm
Shining through the dust,
Imparting wisdom on all who cross their paths,
Sneaking special-good-thoughts
Into the minds of those who believe
In a greater good and of magic and in nature
The ghosts weaving into minds and subconscious
Darting through skulls and sounds,
Spreading color and light and picture and grace
And love and kindness and smiles and joy
And being ghosty yet simple and magic and senseful
But wistful and generous and natural and good -
PE Soccer ULTRA-simplified
Swish, swish,
sneakers through the grass
Pop, tok, pow,
crack
as the toes hit the ball
Thump, bump, thud,
the ball rolls and bounces
Sweeeeeeeeeee, swish, skreeeeeee, thud
the ball goes in the tiny net
cheers rise as
the kids celebrate victory
in the sport known as
middle school soccer PE
(I've been meaning to write this for a while. I haven't been enrolled in PE since October and we finished soccer way before that.) -
Not quite a letter but... whatever. Ignore the terrible title lol.
cw: mentions of politics, brief mention of the year 2020
New Year 24-25 -Before Midnight
written on December 31st, 2024, started at around 11:43pm
Spicing things up this year-
I kept my mini less-than-an-inch-tall pride flag up,
Its stick washi-taped in gold above my desk,
Pronoun pins still stuck to my pin holder
(the American flag pin from my stocking face down on the desktop)
-It's my room after all-
And yeah, it still feels like we're
All still in 2020,
But I think a part of everyone will always be that way, stuck
-We're half a decade past it,
But it'll never truly leave us
And now I find myself wondering,
As I always am,
But now it's about the future...-
Which has turned into worrying
(As I always am, #anxiety )
But moreso about the country, the world
And how all these people are going to be affected...
--Ugh, politics-- Just go away--
--Our Existence, Their Existence, and
Everyone Else's Rights are None
of your business--
So we'll just see, I guess,
Not much else to do as a broke
Fourteen-year-old whose parents
don't even trust them with a lawn mower
(true story)
So I'll try to twist things,
Look on the bright side,
Different points of view
-and look at that, it's 11:51 already
Hoping for good things in the new year
Acceptance, Comfortable Vibes,
Feeling Emotions, and Growing
Into Myself more.
I've changed a lot these past
Few Years and I'm excited to
See what this era will become/
Bring in/Feel like/Exist as/
Be :)
Grow into it,
Become brighter and stronger
every Day.
-Maybe I'll finally be able
To put "me" with a capitalized
First letter
I mean, myself was capital a few
Lines ago.
Not too far off, let's do this.
(T minus 5 minutes
To Midnight.) -
(ignore that I haven't posted here in over a year lol)
On Snow, sort of
white blankets absent
you think we'd be cold, instead we freeze
ice too thick, setting up walls we cannot pass
dividing us, we are frozen
in place, solid border
between what we could be and
what they think we are supposed to be;
snowflakes are not falling, rather
they wither and drip like our
melting glaciers, ice caps, tears
rolling down our cheeks as we stand in the streets
and try to say something; we are not heard
through the thickness of fog
we cannot see, cannot hear, cannot feel one another
that empathy swirled away
down the drain with the last of last year's snow
and we know
we can never be whole again
with lost flurries of feeling
gone, now...
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