When I was a teenager, I turned to poetry as a way to process my emotions and express myself. In those days, keeping a journal wasn’t safe—my father would read it and use its contents to punish me. Poetry became my escape, a place where I could write freely. This piece is written in the style I used back then, a reflection of how I expressed myself during those years. I will say this, it has been a long time since I used this method, not so easy as I thought it might be to do a blast from the past.
What did you take away from this poem? Feel free to share your thoughts—it’s always fascinating to hear what others see within the words. Can you see what no other has seen when I used this style, what was the message? Tell be below.
The Shadows of Promise
Laughter rises—
Bright, soft,
Golden fields stretch endless,
Rolling gently,
Their edges humming faint in the breeze.
Petals bloom, wide and full.
Roses stretch high,
Their painted edges deepen,
Crimson veins drip slow—
Trailing soft, thin streams,
Pooling beneath,
Sinking silent into soil unseen.
Clouds drift overhead,
Their shapes gentle and playful.
Light filters through,
Casting faint shadows
That linger long.
Edges blur,
Folding deeper into the hills.
Golden threads stretch tight.
Gentle hands pull,
The weave bending inward,
Twisting faint.
The breeze hums soft,
Its touch cool and steady.
Soft underfoot,
Earth trembles lightly—
A murmur so faint it’s almost unheard.
Blossoms sway,
Secrets buried within their folds.
Smoke twists faint,
Rising in slow ribbons,
A quiet coil that spirals
Before scattering into fragments.
Bell-tones carry—
Rising sweet,
Echoes hum softly behind them.
Their melody calm,
Their edges jagged,
Tucked within folds of harmony.
Eggs rest, bright and still.
Pastel perfection nestled in quiet.
Their shells gleam softly,
Shadows tracing cracks,
Crimson seams deepening faint,
Splinters spreading slow.
Dewdrops linger on petals,
Each one a glint of light.
Their descent is slow,
Trailing delicate streams.
Each drop falls soft—
A whisper against the fold.
Pooling beneath,
Weight pressing faint,
Tinted in faint red hues.
Candles flicker.
Flames bend gentle,
Wax trailing thin streams,
Pooling beneath edges.
Their trails curl slow,
Shapes winding faint around the wick.
Flames tilt in descent,
Light dimming as it falls,
A quiet surrender to dusk’s hold.
Sugar crust settles.
Paths glint white beneath the light.
Edges tremble faint,
Cracks humming below.
Underfoot,
The crunch whispers steady.
Earth murmurs deep within,
Its voice soft and fragmented.
A balloon floats bright—
Rising against the open blue.
Its tether bends,
Strings splitting soft,
Tumbling slow into the shadows.
Ornaments shimmer,
Catching sunlight.
Golden edges glint steady—
Until dusk folds the shadows wide.
The shimmer fades,
Its edges sinking deeper,
Pulling into stillness.
Willow whispers sway faint along the path.
Their light hum carries softly,
Golden warmth steady.
Promise lingers,
Its glow waiting faint,
The tether holding steady—
Bound to forever.
Steps falter.
Golden threads tighten,
Twisting faint.
Petals fall,
Each descent trembling wide.
Their folds dip low,
Pressed by unseen weight.
Laughter bends soft,
Its echoes faint,
Trembling as they scatter.
The tether hums low.
Its edges strain faint—
But never break.
Ancient fire stirs.
Its glow is soft,
Tucked deep within the fold.
Bell-tones hum steady,
Edges cool and sharp beneath the tune.
Flames pull upward,
Light twisting steady.
Its warmth bends faint,
Soft glow dipping inward—
Edges tinted red and deep beneath the fold.
The breeze moves steady,
Its hum faint against petals.
Touch rises gentle.
The edge whispers faint—
A tune light,
But twisting sharp beneath its calm.
Golden skies stretch wide.
Clouds drift soft across crests,
Edges folding inward.
Glow bends faint,
Weight pressing steady.
Laughter fades slow.
Its echoes dip thin,
Their fragments trembling,
Scattering into silence.
Petals trail low,
Their folds dipping soft,
Pressing deeper in steady descent.
Earth trembles below.
Cracks widen faint,
Edges split sharp.
Weight hums deep,
Pulling low into unseen depths.
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