Here are some crappy poems that I wrote. Some were written recently, others were written many years ago. Feel free to share your own crappy poems here, too.
Balance of Power. (I was bored one day, so I wrote a poem based very loosely on the ELO album of the same name; written in 2015)
Times are dire. The wars are starting.
They are rioting in the streets.
Thousands on their feet.
Something is wrong, no balance of power.
We called for a warrior.
Though we only get lonelier.
The fires are spreading, the streets are red.
Are you ready?
It is coming.
Digging (I was required to write this in order to get a grade in my character & scene class; written this year)
To dig can mean many things To dig is to hide things that you would rather forget
To dig is to change An unsightly space And turn it into something useful
To dig is to send A loved one to heaven To start new chapters alone
To dig is to discover Things by which you never knew could change your life forever
Here are some crappy poems that I wrote. Some were written recently, others were written many years ago. Feel free to share your own crappy poems here, too.
Balance of Power. (I was bored one day, so I wrote a poem based very loosely on the ELO album of the same name; written in 2015)
Times are dire. The wars are starting.
They are rioting in the streets.
Thousands on their feet.
Something is wrong, no balance of power.
We called for a warrior.
Though we only get lonelier.
The fires are spreading, the streets are red.
Are you ready?
It is coming.
Digging (I was required to write this in order to get a grade in my character & scene class; written this year)
To dig can mean many things
To dig is to hide
things that you would rather
forget
To dig is to change
An unsightly space
And turn it into something
useful
To dig is to send
A loved one to heaven
To start new chapters
alone
To dig is to discover
Things by which
you never knew
could change your life
forever
I post pretty rarely nowadays. Gosh, I wish this place weren't so... empty...
Look at my signature
Roses are red,
I'm stuck in the middle
My mind is melting
I will just die little by little
Haikus are poems
That do not always make sense
Refrigerator.