Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 341

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For today’s prompt, write a hiding poem. The poem could be about someone hiding or something hidden. Or the process of searching. And remember: There are physical things that can hide, but also thoughts, emotions, plans, and so much more.

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Here’s my attempt at a Hiding poem:

“hide”

if you think you can hide that little secret
you are mistaken
it will eat at you every time you don’t say
this is who i am

sure it’s scary to reveal that little secret
but when it is time
you will find that life is so much better when
you don’t have to hide

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126 thoughts on “Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 341

  1. Rasia J. Nole

    The Girl

    I’m the girl with the sunny side smile
    The girl with the head thrown back laughing.

    I’m the girl with the fake identity
    The girl with the plastered on grin.

    I’m the girl with face up to the sun
    The girl found with her nose in a book.

    I’m the girl hiding in a corner
    The girl lurking in the shadows.

    I’m the girl with the wild imagination
    The girl playing games with her friends.

    I’m the girl alone inside
    The girl with the tear streaked face.

    I’m the girl that loves her family more than life.
    The girl with her grandmother’s eyes.

    I’m the girl with the heart of stone
    The girl who can’t let the world see her cry.

    I’m the girl fighting within
    The devil on the left,
    The angel on the right.

  2. Rasia J. Nole

    That Girl

    I’m the girl with the sunny side smile
    The girl with the head thrown back laughing.

    I’m the girl with the fake identity
    The girl with the plastered on grin.

    I’m the girl with face up to the sun
    The girl found with her nose in a book.

    I’m the girl hiding in a corner
    The girl lurking in the shadows.

    I’m the girl with the wild imagination
    The girl playing games with her friends.

    I’m the girl alone inside
    The girl with the tear streaked face.

    I’m the girl that loves her family more than life.
    The girl with her grandmother’s eyes.

    I’m the girl with the heart of stone
    The girl who can’t let the world see her cry.

    I’m the girl fighting within
    The devil on the left,
    The angel on the right.

  3. taylor graham

    BEYOND THE OUTSKIRTS

    On this Wednesday the Unknown walks
    among us incognito as he always does.
    As if in hiding, or disguise. Past thrift store,
    junkyard, dead-end barricade that moves
    a little farther every year encroaching meadow.
    Just last month that vacant parcel was vestal
    green with hopes of flowering, pollen,
    in summer a scrim of dust; fit for bees, ants,
    buzzards. And man? Next season the meadow
    will be condos and a golf course. And so
    the Unknown keeps wandering among moths
    and meadow grasses till he reaches another
    town. Dusk falls. Not a soul on the street.
    He knocks at a door. Who will let him in?

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