Prom Poems || Script Society

Heyo, Cadets!

June is one of the months of prom here in the United States! Some of you may be thinking, “What is prom?”

Prom is a formal celebration that is held at the end of the academic year for third and fourth year high school students. People dress formally, and they tend to be hosted in private function rooms (not at the school itself.)They have fancy dinners, dancing and music, free drinks, and photo booths!

So, the of Script Society has put together poems of the AOT characters’ experiences of their prom in an alternate universe!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

:star2: GStacy is starting us off today with Petra Ral’s experience in her prom! :star2:

“Ah, prom.” Petra said.

Dances held in a room-

Then, I met you-

We met from a dazzling room,

Filled with wonderful people.

Staring at your eyes,

As we dance.

“I can’t dance.” He said.

We dance under the starry light,

For a day you’ll never forget.

Still staring at your eyes,

As we dance under the moonlight.

“I love you.”; words that escaped,

From your kissable lips.

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:star2: Prom isn’t always a happy time for everyone, and Margy Smith. :star2:

A bright night follows a bright day.

Light is everywhere, shadows just on walls.

Like big demons they haunt the halls.

Girls shimmer all around like stars.

A bright night follows a bright day.

Fancy dresses, fancy people, fancy drinks.

One bright light, that shrinks,

And a man beside me, whom I don't know what he thinks.

A bright night follows a bright day,

And I don't want to stay.

I have no place here, no right to say

A thing about this, about my fears

And I am forced to hold back my tears.

I am the darkness inside this light.

I am haunted by the shadows on the walls.

I am the plain, unimportant friend.

I am left alone, without defence.

My friends... All gone

My hope... A tiny flicker

My trust... Demolished

My love... Warm and bright.

Only he is left by my side.               Only you left my side.

Only he steadies my side.               Only you shake my side.

Only he doesn't fight.                       Only you went to fight.

Only he shines bright.                      Only you shadow the light.

A bright night follows a bright day,

But I better stay away.

Away from you all

To stay aside and watch you fall.

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:star2: Levi has become the Prom King? Who’s his Queen? Correction: his King? 🤔 Shippers tells us through her poem! :star2:

A gust of wind

The door opening

An opportunity

A new dance

Stepping through the door was easy

Being held on a pedestal was hard

Music blaring and light shining

The floor cluttered with heels and dress shoes

Tonight was the night

The final dance

An announcement

A true love

A spotlight casting down on raven locks

A woman holding a card reading his name

Levi Ackerman, a prom king

Yet, who was the queen?

A change

Society differentiating

No queen

Another king

Another spark of light burning down

Across the room in a blaze of blonde and blue

Their eyes locking as being pulled to stage

Movements stiff in shock

2 crowns

2 kings no queen

A single dance

One chance

The dance floor being cleared

2 men being brought together

Feet moving slowly as they danced

All eyes focused on the duo

Watchful eyes

A reunion of sorts

Hearts beating quickly

Sweaty hands

A usually angry man now looking anioxus

Scared and nervous for their interaction

It had been just a simple crush

How had things lead to this?

A crush

A secret love

A chance

Would it be taken?

Prom was such a lovely experience

A time to jump at first loves

A slow dance was awkward

He felt stupid not knowing how to such a simple task

Slow dances

Follow the steps

Don’t step on your partner

Move with the flow

Small whispers flooded his ears

He was being reassured

Being told what to do and how to move

Lips brushing the shell of his ear

Face flushed

A crown falling

Hearts stopping

Music coming to an end

It was such a happy prom

A dream truly come true

Lips brushing against each other

A first kiss, oh, a dream come true

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:star2: Jimin writes her poem from the perspective of the cool teacher, Erwin Smith. :star2:

Prom

Filled with teenagers

Girls dressed like it’s their wedding, hair up, high heels and jewelry from head to toe.

Men dressed in nice suits, matched with their date.

Some slow dancing with their high school loved one

Some just dancing with a group of friends

Some just sitting alone at the tables

“Erwin! Dance!”

The teenagers yelled

I’ve held my title as the “cool teacher” for at least 3 years

I smiled, waving the kids off as I watched them all have fun.

Oh prom

How fun it is.

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:star2: Erwin shows us Sasha’s gratitude for Connie. :star2:

i never understood how to cope.

a constant disappointment amongst the masses

is something i felt i could easily provide

yet never hide,

i accepted my titles

and wore them alongside my soul,

each compliment receiving-

each heart begins grieving.

you see i can't believe you,

i can't believe you because after all these years

each lie became the truth

and i wasn't ready to bend the facts

i wasn't ready to hear that im intelligent

or that my words mean a thing

i wasn't ready to hear my worth,

now my heart beats beneath my shirt and i

want to say thank you for all you've done.

thanks for taking me to prom

For bringing my spirits up

and for reminding me of me

When no one else would.

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:star2: Weeb brings us a poem of a prom that Reiner will never forget. :star2:

Blonde hair

Up right

Black suit

Nicely tight.

A smile on

Ready to go on.

I grab my boyfriend

He smiled back.

“You’re lovely Bert.” I whisper softly as we walk to a dance.

He chuckles lightly.

He hugs me closely.

The punch is nice. The people too.

The music calm, something to dance to.

My prom was wonderful.

An amazing time.

People so kind.

I smiled so much

I felt as though I’d break my cheeks.

So many faces.

I’d love to see again.

The final dance.

The brunette boy.

His smile as we hugged closely.

We stepped into our car.

Left the lovely night.

Content with life.

I’ll miss all this.

In summer time.

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:star2: Chasity writes their poem from Eren’s perspective of his prom. :star2:

I hear voices buzzing with delight and faces familiar bright with light,

I look around me as I feel I’ve been kicked all alone siting by the walls of brick.

What did I do to deserve loneliness?

All this hate and despise is it this all so dreaded power of mine?

Then I look up to see a faces like non before beautiful and radiant that could never seem a bore. And who ever could it be?

The faces of my friends by my side proving I’d never truly be lonely.

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:star2: Our manager, Abby, is wrapping us up with Hanji’s experience in her prom! :star2:

The chilly wind is still here. Gusting through the leaves on the trees.

The leaves slowly getting their colour back after a harsh winter.

A beautiful spring followed next. A spring prom was underway.

Brown hair the girl had.

The hair up in a beautiful bun with glitter and flowers in it.

A blue dress that looks too nice for Hanji. Girls and boys partying together.

The doors swinging open to music

music that makes anyone want to dance

people dancing with each other

Enjoying their friends , dates and the party

The night so young

young people enjoying their youth

drinking away till dusk

A time that will never be forgotten

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That’s all for today! Stay tuned for our next post this month! :)

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