Week 501 (March 9 - March 22) Poems Topic: See Image CLOSED

[C.P., Windrunner]

You have until the 22nd of March to post a poem and from the 23rd to around the 29th of March, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is:



The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

[Garrison]

POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Impostor Syndrome
GENRE: Rock Song
RATING: PG-13 for language



VERSE 1
Raindrops on my window, I’ll stay home today
No point in getting wet when I go out and play
No point in getting off my comfortable mattress
If I stay in bed, I can’t be hated by the masses
Putting fingers to keyboard is career suicide
If I fuck up once, then nobody’s on my side
Impostor Syndrome is burying my body alive
No dreams to pursue, no need to really strive

CHORUS 1
Maybe my inner critic has a damn good point
Maybe my answers are traveling an empty void
Maybe this little song is just cacophonic noise
Impostor Syndrome, like I really have a choice

VERSE 2
“Too offensive, too dense, too ugly, too fat
Too young, too stupid, too this, too that
Too many mistakes, don’t you ever learn?
Not enough achievements, nothing to earn”

CHORUS 1
Maybe my inner critic has a damn good point
Maybe my answers are traveling an empty void
Maybe this little song is just cacophonic noise
Impostor Syndrome, like I really have a choice

BRIDGE
“Don’t you cry, you brought this on yourself
All your life’s work will never leave the shelf
What life’s work? Oh yeah, you don’t have any
How many years did you waste? Too damn many”

CHORUS 2
Maybe my inner critic is teaching me a lesson
Maybe my outer critics should be holding weapons
Maybe the universe has come to collect the rent
Impostor Syndrome a.k.a. the never-ending debt
Impostor Syndrome a.k.a. the reason I’m dead

WHISPERY DIALOGUE
Shh…Shh…It’s okay
Everything will be okay
You just fell down a rabbit hole again
You’re still mourning
You have to make peace with the past
And the present
And the future
Everything will be okay
I promise you
I love you
I always will

[Brett]

Drops on My Window
By Brett A. Starr on March 15, 2021

New drops, dew drops, got nothin’ to do drops.
Here spot, there spot, rain upon my window caught.
Big ones, small ones, boy I want to have fun.
Starin’, glarin’, wonderin’ what I’m wearin’.

Rain drops, roof tops, buildings full of workshops.
Two story, three story, unseen stone quarry.
Round dome, steeple, hiding all of the people.
Wind blows, breeze flows, in lots and lots of windows.

Where to go, what to do, weather makes me feel blue.
Headache, heart break, fever, and body shakes!
Ok, I’ll stay, in for the whole day.
Soft bed, tired head, I think that’s ‘nuff said.

[Garrison]

Brett, that rhyme scheme is incredible! It's not something I'm used to seeing when I read poetry, so hats off to you for shaking things up. The poem itself is quite relatable, especially to someone like me who lives in Washington State and stays indoors for pretty much every rainstorm that passes through. Great job this week!

[Brett]

Thank you, Garrison. Very kind words. And you have quite a unique imagination with your poems and short stories. Very creative.

[Garrison]

Thanks, Brett! :)