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Today's Writing Prompt

“Describe the weight of a secret.”

Poems from Today's Prompt

8 poets answered the call. Read what they wrote, then add yours.

An unaffordable testament

Our WorldFree Verse

A secret once broke like a friendship That friendship came without a price But that secret replaced the job of the price tag and became a testament of value The one who broke that one thing he could…

by muizz (Mark)👁 14Read →

Secrets

Pebbles, pretty in the pocket. Colorful, smooth, striped, and speckled. Each one curated, precious. Pockets grow full, bulging, bursting, heavy. My pants fall down, and I am exposed.

by BubbaGump👁 18Read →

One night

Thunder strikes upon her shallow window. Casting shadows in broad view of a rose Hanging lifeless from a resting hand, Tending to the tears that drip on the pillows. On the side of the bed, By the…

by Ava Saint👁 7Read →

The watching of others

The weight of a secret is a powerful thing It eats away at your soul and makes your heart sting Until one day all that hurt erupts And you’re left with a stomach all tangled in knots You can try to…

by Iv.Has23🫰 2👁 14Read →

A Grain of Sand

My CommunityFree Verse

Tiny grain of sand In my hands Small Weightless Not a big deal if I drop it But more and more grains build up Beaches form Rocky beaches Sharp And if one wrong move of word goes out There's blisters…

by maximusprime62925👁 9Read →

The Emergency Inside

Someone call an ambulance, I am bleeding out inside, Though my skin is completely whole, And the wounds have room to hide. It never stops, it never fades, No matter what I try, A hollow space where…

by Jazzys_Silent_Vow🫰 2👁 18Read →

Lonely

My secret doesn't live in a diary or hide beneath my bed. It lives inside me. I carry it through crowded hallways, through family dinners, through every laugh and every "I'm okay" that falls so…

by RiAA🫰 1👁 32Read →

Can u feel the weight...secrets holds

Our WorldFree Verse

A secret is not a thing. It is a grave you carry beneath your ribs. It grows in the dark, feeding on silence, rooting itself through bone and blood until even your shadow looks burdened. By daylight,…

by Recreational.ink🫰 3👁 17Read →

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