I long
to be
with you,
my friend,
from days
now past.
To feel
that breeze
upon
my face,
your hand
in mine,
to see
your eyes
of blue
still glint
like they
used to.
I long
to be
upon
that street
where we
first kissed.
I long
to be...
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem in Iambic Monometer. That's TWO SYLLABLES per line. Your poem must have at least TWELVE LINES. Keep it clean.
Example:
Breath
If breath
is all
I'm left,
if life
has lost
it's zest,
if there's
no hill
to climb,
no dreams
to dream,
just time
that looms
in front
of me,
no verve
and no
esprit,
then please
bestill
my breath,
that I
might meet
sweet death.
By: Adewpearl
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