Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Bad Poems

The Sentimentalist

You daydream of things you do not know
from a time you do not come from

As if life would be so much better
if only you were a little bit older

Or maybe if the earth had spun
a few times less

And the hands on the clock
were spun back

Maybe then you'd know
the true taste of happiness

But what if, perhaps,
you were forever a child

Free from the unfortunate
knowledge of this world

Free to play, free to cry
without ever knowing

of war
of hate
of death

Maybe then life would be sweeter

Just maybe


Morning On the Field

creamy
silver
fog

floating
dreamily
overhead

vague
mysterious
silhouettes

black
wooden
branches

floating


Pantoum

I went for a walk
The sky was pink
The air was brisk
The clouds glowed overhead

The sky was pink
Ducks quacked by the lake
The clouds glowed overhead
Cars passed me by

Ducks quacked by the lake
The grass is green and moist
Cars passed me by
Street lights slowly turned on

The grass is green and moist
I went for a walk
Street lights slowly turned on
The air was brisk


William Carlos Williams Impression

Sorry for
being so
late
to school

I got up
but I was
very sleepy
this morning

Forgive me
but I love my bed
so soft
and so warm


 Haiku Hiccup

Write this line with five.
Now on this line, write seven.
Can't go wrong with five.


Another Monday Morning

I am so tired
My throat's in pain
I'm in a mood I can't explain

The world floats upside down
as far as I'm concerned
based on all the things I've learned

I can't decide
whether I'd be satisfied
with a God or without


I Don't Know Why

Every day I watch the sun fall
and I don't think to shut my eyes
until it rises up gain
and then I sleep when others wake

I don't know why
I don't know why

When I'm low, my tears go in a glass
and when it fills it shatters in
my hand away from others sight
I let it bleed so no one sees

I don't know why
I don't know why


An Apology/An Explanation

Look at me as I stare into space
I'm the definition of vague

My presence is weak
but my passion is fiery

I'm a splatter of paint
meshed on a blank canvas

I'm a leaf on a tall tree
enjoying the view

I am a mountain
washed away into the sea

2 comments:

  1. I like your proms, most of them are quite relatable, comfortable, and can be easily enjoyed by anyone.

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