Cycles in life | Poetry Prompt

This week at The Reverie Journal, I’m carrying over a poetry prompt that I wrote for Poets on the Page. I was thinking about cicadas and how much they are annoying and terrible. But also, the little amount of time they have actually above ground and living. Already their siren song that sounds like the soundtrack of a slasher film has died down around here. They rise out of the ground in droves to mate and then are gone for 17 years. Only living for four to six weeks.

Let’s write a poem about something that has a cycle. Which cycle and how often is entirely up to you. Use your creativity and let your imagination run wild.

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5 thoughts on “Cycles in life | Poetry Prompt

  1. The flow is not eternal
    yet goes around
    countless times
    once a second
    the drums sound
    inside your ears
    reacting to its
    with thrusting force.
    Surging wild
    it gives colour
    to the flushed
    From young to old
    a cycle of life
    until its final thumb.

    Not sure why this came up but there you go. I had to write it down before I would forget it.

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  2. Immortal cycles

    End of beginning
    Primal screams of undead fleshes
    Immortal cycles

    Liquefied and frozen nothingness
    Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
    Chaotic times on ethereal parchments
    Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists

    Unearthly macabre vanishes in blood
    Phantasms resurrect as eerie owls
    Liquefied and frozen nothingness
    Twilights the dreadful darkness in gore

    Mysterious moonlight enshrouds all
    Entombing souls is shadowy screams
    Ghastly chimeras in mortal mists
    Liquefied and frozen nothingness

    Immortal cycles
    Ghoulish specter at midnight
    Beginning at end

    Decayed fantasy lacerates light
    And fallen angels devour thy corpse
    Heathen cathedral baptizes ravens
    And fallen angels devour thy corpse

    Your morbid lips shackled to ruins of veins
    Ravenously open the abyss
    Decayed fantasy lacerates light
    By cadaveric charms of passions

    Flawless beast is the pagan goddess
    To whom I pledge my unholy soul
    Forevermore in shadows descended
    Decayed fantasy lacerates light
    And fallen angels devour thy corpse

    Beginning and end
    Tombs of immortal cycles
    End and beginning

    © 2 July 2016 Vlad Teodor Petcu @ Visele unui insomniac


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