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If I stayed I would’ve been Letting myself get Autopsied alive ❀ If I left I would’ve Become a carcass Rotting with guilt
By Poppy 2 days ago in Poets
I have cut my hands On the silhouette of your name For a year now ❀ You got my letter My question My plea Fed it to the fire
By Poppy 10 days ago in Poets
Note: This was inspired by a comment Paul made about my March Prompts. He mentioned the words made him think of things left behind and a poem instantly started writing itself in my head when I read that. Thanks Paul.
By Poppy 17 days ago in Poets
We were drunk on promises and high on healing and overdosing on a belief that we were invincible. Not as individuals but as a fused entity.
By Poppy 20 days ago in Poets
Poppy's Prompts is discontinued... ❀ ❀ ❀ APRIL FOOLS'! (If you're in Australia, otherwise early or late April Fools' I guess.)
By Poppy 27 days ago in Writers
When did you last hold your own needle, stitch up your own heart? When was the last time you searched the cabinet for antiseptic, not poison? The last time you peeled back a band-aid wrapper, rather than your own skin?
By Poppy 29 days ago in Poets
In conclusion to the March prompts, here is the complete list and the three place getters! Here's the Prompts if you missed them.
By Poppy about a month ago in Writers
His presence was intoxicating before I even knew him. It was a captivating attraction and magnetic pull at first sight. Shoulders shaped like unexpected warmth, a small smile that promised a hidden sense of humour, and eyes like gravity.
By Poppy about a month ago in Poets
You are a fleeting thought And a passing comment A closed wound and A finished chapter ❀ You live your life like Fireworks too close to the ground
Small, shaky smiles Folded clothes With hope tucked inside Each pocket Between each layer Placed gently in a suitcase
Every day I lament the shape your heart turned into. The way smooth edges decayed into jagged shards, and I could do nothing save for slashing open my naivety on the coarse exterior.
By Poppy 2 months ago in Poets
Welcome back to Poppy's Prompts :) The idea is to create a poem using one or more of the five word prompts I give you. Make them singular or plural, use the actual word or merely reference it... the specifics are up to you.
By Poppy 2 months ago in Writers
