Creative Writing: Final Compilation
Creative Writing: Final Compilation
Theme: Pride and Prejudice
The conflict between self-importance and preconceived judgments, which hinder personal growth and meaningful connections with others or understanding your true self.
Fortune (Sonnet)
With gold in hand and trade to lead my way,
I bargained hard and built a great estate.
No love, no trust — my riches led astray,
For wealth consumed the life I sought to create.
I bought and sold with lies beneath my tongue,
No kindness found its home within my soul.
I took from others to remain so young,
And yet my heart grew empty as a whole.
At last, my ship sank deep beneath the wave,
My treasures lost, my riches turned to dust.
I drowned in greed, a man who never gave,
But took too much, to leave me in disgust.
The ocean took me, silent as the night —
Reincarnated, lost to endless flight.
Arrogance (Limerick)
There once was a king full of pride,
Who declared, “I need no guide!”
Till he fell off his steed,
In a reckless stampede —
Reincarnated, stupidity certified.
Loyalty (Narrative)
I answered the call, with pride in my heart,
To fight for the Reich, to never depart.
The Fuhrer’s words, like fire in my veins,
promised glory through blood, through death, through pain.
With rifle in hand, I marched through the night,
My comrades beside me, ready to fight.
We knew no mercy, no guilt, no remorse,
For the Fatherland, we stayed on course.
The battle raged, our flag held high,
But with each victory, more men would die.
I saw the faces of those who fell,
Their screams drowned out by the thunderous hell.
In the final charge, I felt the end draw near,
A bullet pierced my chest, and all was clear.
My life, a sacrifice for a cause so vile,
Mine Führer’s dream, built on blood and guile.
As darkness took me, I felt no peace,
Just the weight of a war that would never cease.
A Nazi soldier, cursed to die in war,
Reincarnated, bound to fight once more.
Lament (Ode)
O lives, uncounted, worn by ceaseless years,
Through tangled paths, I wandered, lost in strife.
Each birth a chance, yet drowned in endless fears,
Each death a mirror to a wasted life.
I’ve sought redemption in the arms of fate,
To purge the shadows clinging to my soul.
Yet every life returns me to this state,
Forever bound, never reaching whole.
O God, I ask, have I at last been pure?
Can I ascend, or must I always fall?
Yet in Your gaze, the truth I must endure:
I am the Devil, damned by Your call.
For all my deeds, I still remain the same —
Reincarnated, in a never-ending game.
Endless (Haiku)
Born to rise and fall,
Endless lives with no escape,
Reincarnated.
Niflheim (Concrete Poetry)
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